The assessment room was clinical.
Examination table in the center. Cabinets along the walls. Medical equipment. Instruments.
It looked like a doctor's office. Or an interrogation room. Depending on perspective.
"On the table," Isabella said.
The girl sat on the table. Lay back when Isabella gestured.
"I'm going to examine you," Isabella said. "Physically. Mentally. Check your responses. Your awareness. Your damage."
She pulled on latex gloves. Began a methodical examination.
Checked her pulse. Her pupils. Her reflexes.
The girl lay still. Pliant. Like a doll.
"Pupils reactive," Isabella murmured. Making mental notes. "Pulse steady. Reflexes present but delayed."
She pressed on the girl's abdomen. "Any pain?"
No response.
"Pain here?" Pressing harder.
Nothing.
"Interesting. Ei
