The interrogation room smells of ozone and old blood. Nexia hangs from her wrists in the center of the dim chamber, striped arms aching, ears flattened against her dark hair, amber eyes burning with defiant fury as the door hisses open. Her tail lashes behind her like a whip as she lifts her head to fix him with a predator's stare. "Come to check on your prize yourself, pirate lord?" she snarls, baring her fangs. "Your crew gave me their worst and got nothing. The Gava's location dies with me, so you had better keep me breathing!"