Technically she's not lying. Ren was bitten, but does she really have to admit that she was more devoured than anything, by a large horde of the dead? That her entire body was ripped and torn apart, before it painfully stitched itself back together, piece by piece? Nope. She'll keep that to herself, thank you very much.
Borse watches her, letting the silence settle between them. He shifts in his chair, the sound of his clothes rustling loud in the quiet room.
Ren clears her throat, "Is that all?"
"What abilities do you have?" He asks next.
"Shouldn't you know all this already?" She asks in return, lifting an eyebrow, "You've got dozens of IM's in your back pocket, and you still don't know these things?" Yeah, right. Why is he really asking that?
"Answer the question, please." His voice takes on a patient tone, and Ren feels like a child being coerced. Maybe if he gave her a bag of lime flavored chips, she'd be more willing.
Her stomach growls, the sound echoing in the empty interrogation room. "Please tell me you're going to feed me?"
General Borse doesn't say a thing.
She sighs, despite that, he does have some manners, he did say please after all. That's more than what Markus or Stephanie, or even Zero, has ever showed her. "Hightened senses." She finally answers.
"Be more specific, please." Wow, twice in a row.
"Ugh." She tries to adjust in her spot. Both her arms are starting to ache. "Super strength, speed, hearing, smell, and sight." She lists off dully. "Better?"
"Is that all?" He tilts his head to the side, his dark eyes calculating.
"Yes?" Ren asks more than says. Is she supposed to have some other super ability?
"Do you have any friends or family still alive?"
Ren locks her jaw, "Yes." Borse raises an eyebrow, silently indicating her to be more specific. "One brother named Seth. Last I checked he wasn't infected."
Borse nods his head, "Where is he?"
"That's what I'd like to know too," She gives him a feral grin. She leans forward, "So you really don't have him working for you, huh? That's a shame."
He raises an eyebrow at her ferocity, "Do you have any relation to Zero?"
Her eyebrows furrow, "What's Zero?"
"I suppose not, then." he murmurs. Then he nods. "My name is General Borse. You may call me General."
"Can I leave now, General?" Ren asks in exasperation. "This room is making me hella depressed."
"Not yet." Borse stands up.
"Oh come on!" She whines. If she weren't tied down, she'd stomp her foot. "At least untie me!"
He ignores her and walks over to the door to open it, letting in a gust of cold air that makes her wet form shudder. "You may come in now."
Stephanie and Markus enter the room once more, along with a woman pushing a metal cart covered in medical devices Ren doesn't recognize.
"Everyone is just a damn liar, huh?" Ren mutters under her voice as she glares at them. She eyes the cart, When was the last time she visited a doctor? Was it before the virus hit?
"You're not gonna stick any needles in me, right?" She asks warily.
"Hello," The lady gives a strained smile. Her brown hair is pulled into a messy bun, a stethoscope around her neck. "I'm doctor Nina, I'll be giving you a physical."
Ren squints, she didn't answer her question. "Okay, yeah, hi. What about needles? No needles right?"
"Are you seriously scared of a pointy little metal?" Stephanie scoffs in disbelief. "You can bite my nose off but a needle is a no no?"
"You want me to rip your lips off next?" Ren glowers at the blond, "Let's see how much you can talk then."
"Why you-" Stephanie takes a step closer, her jaw ticking painfully.
"Enough." Borse groans. "You're both acting like children."
"She started it." Ren huffs out. Then she smirks, "She's just mad because I can finish it." She can hear the way Stephanie grinds her teeth together to keep her mouth shut.
"Why do I need a physical anyway?" Ren mutters. "Aren't all IM's immune to sickness?"
"It's just a procedure." Borse says. "When she's done, Stephanie will show you to the room you'll be staying in."
The blond mutters under her breath but doesn't protest.
"But you said I could leave." Ren gripes.
"Yes, leave this room." Borse gives her a mean smile that sets Ren aback. "Not the building."
"Ugh, screw you old man." She grumbles under her breath.
"Hey, show some respect to the General." Markus scolds her.
"Respect?" She scoffs, "Where was my respect when-"
"Respect isn't just given, it's earned!" Stephanie cuts her off.
"Tell that to your General then." Ren snaps back.
Dr. Nina lets out an exasperated sigh and with a pair of scissors in hand, cuts Ren's long sleeve open.
"Hey, why-" Ren protests but it's already been done. She glances at the others and bites her bottom lip as they get a good look at her marred arm. Bite marks, scars that healed over poorly, cover every inch of her skin.
"Jeez, were you burned alive?" Stephanie murmurs, the pity thick in her voice. It's annoying.
"Can you hurry up?" Ren mutters to the doctor.
Nina clears her throat and steps up, holding a scalpel.
"I thought this was a physical, why is she cutting into me?" Ren glowers. She's shocked to find that instead of bouncing off of her thick skin, it cleanly opens a slit into her upper arm.
Holding the cut open and ignoring the dark blood that drips from the wound, Dr. Nina raises a tweezer holding a small chip.
"What's that?" Ren scans the plastic item.
"It allows the General to track your location." Markus explains. "It also monitors your heart rate, and other functions of your body."
"What for?"
"Well," Nina murmurs as she embeds it under Ren's skin, "Just in case you try to escape, or if you happen to die in the line of duty." She smooths the cut over the chip, and it immediately heals.
"Well, that's not fair." Ren huffs.
"God, will you just shut up." Stephanie snaps.
"Make me, Voldemort." Ren snickers.
"What?"
"Nothing, nevermind."