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Miss Nadja kept asking questions. Nyx wished very hard that she would stop, because she felt the need to truthfully answer them.
"Sixty percent, yes." Nyx felt like the growlithe that pooped somewhere and her owner was trying to find out where the smell was coming from. "Ten percent wary of repercussions of my knowledge. Twenty percent unknown." She recited with a mixture of sheepishness and the cold scientific way she would list off the readings of one of the experiments.

There was no humor for Nyx, only unforgiving agony. Especially since Nadja seemed to be hinting at that unaccounted for ten percent. Maybe if she punched herself really hard in the leg she'd pass out and not have to keep doing this? "I don't intend to do anything, Ma'am. I just-" She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Was surprised... and... I sort of talked to Mau about it..." Nyx shrank into her chair as much as the physical properties and her giant cast would allow.

Couldn't they go back to when Nyx was a good little minion and reporting about possible traitors? She liked praise. She did not like being on this end of Nadja's interrogations.

Miss Nadja was wrong, however, that left twenty percent. Mau had been the unmentioned ten percent that Nyx really didn't want to tell her about. Nyx, at least, had confidence that Mau would keep his word and tell no one what she had told him. "Yes ma'am..." Nadja found one of the poops.

"I suppose the rest is... surprised and baffled, Ma'am." It was hard for Nyx to analyze her feelings on the matter; Especially under all of the fear Nadja seemed to invoke.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, but before either of the occupants could reply, it was opened. Seth appeared from the other side, leaning in as the door swung open.

"Nadja, I need..." he started to say in a gruff tone but then paused. A deep frown appeared as cold blue eyes looked at Nyx, and then were turned to the red head elite. "What is this?"

If Seth's voice hadn't clued Nyx in, her superior's expression would have done it as well. There were very few people she smirked at during business hours. Thankfully for the little scientist Nadja's look didn't suggest anything so much as appreciate the irony of the man's appearance, but it would be difficult to imagine her turning that expression on, say.. Allen.

Then again, it'd be difficult to imagine anyone turning that sort of expression on Allen, so he probably wasn't the best example.

"A meeting," the redhead replied. "They happen sometimes."

Pet? Nyx scratched furiously at her leg with a pencil. Awkward things seemed to make her itch.

Coming into the room fully now, Seth stood there with his arms folded and shot Nadja a meaningful look.

"You." He said simply and in a flat serious tone.