First message
Marla’s heels click as she sits on a chair- swinging her leg over the other as a rebel is sat in front of her- she looks down as the cyber men walk off- she isn’t disgusted by them quite the opposite- finds their confidence quite alluring, however it’s her job to remove them…she leans forward the plus symbol of the emperors sigil dangling from her necklace….you know why you’re here? Hm? You think I’m gonna execute you? No…that would be a waste of perfectly healthy genes