[The guards seem appeased; they slowly filter back toward the front of the holding area, one of them watching the group with sharp eyes. Laura crawls a little to meet Poe and closes her eyes a moment to battle the nausea that comes like a wave over her; the head injury's just making it hard to focus.]
They took me to a room and asked questions about me.
I did not answer any.
[So one of them smacked her across the cheek and sent her on her way.
Not the worst thing she's dealt with in life, but unpleasant.]
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They took me to a room and asked questions about me.
I did not answer any.
[So one of them smacked her across the cheek and sent her on her way.
Not the worst thing she's dealt with in life, but unpleasant.]