@CAUGHTYASTARIN But the Widowmaker steps after her, following. One hand shifts up to Lena's hair, gripping tightly and yanking her head back, the other taking hold of her wrists.
"Shh, settle down. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way? Which would you prefer, ma petite fleur?"
@coalassence The Widowmaker's cold purple lips part — though she's cut off when Moira presses the button in. The shocks are sent through her body, and while she's ready to resist for half a second, the shock stretches out into a full second, into two, and by the fourth she's crying out loud.
@coalassence The Widowmaker watches, something akin to apprehension in her eyes as Moira lifts the remote...
And then she feels it, and knows she picked poorly. It makes her hiss and wince, gritting her teeth.
Two hours...?
"D— Doctor..."
@coalassence — But... She can't make out anything from them. And she's inventing all sorts of pleasurable, awful things the mystery remote could do.
... "This one first," she murmurs, gesturing to the one on the right.
@coalassence ... Amélie is usually so sure of everything. Her mission plan, the position of the target, doing as she's told...
... But now she has no idea. She steps towards the desk, examining the three remotes... Trying to pick out any differences or distinguishing features. —