"If you have to kill at all I imagine it would be self-defence."

"Acceptable. Target?"

"You'll be informed at the launchpad. Your guards will direct you."

"Whatever."

"Obey them, or you will deal with the consequences."

"Uh huh."

Sean nods to Taka.

He then motions to his guards, and exits the room. Two more.

Emma Arrington, known originally as Chara, dubbed Revenant by the media after the scandal that preceded her fall, is pacing around her cell when he arrives. She sends him a glare, but doesn't otherwise react.

Sean doesn’t react to that glare. 

“You’re being recruited. Your guards will come in soon to transport you to the launchpad.”

"Not interested."

“You don’t have a choice.”

"Oh? How so?"

"You are a criminal."

"So that's what this cage is for."

"Why are you playing dumb? You knew all of this."

"I take a unique and special joy in pissing you off."

“Implying that I care too much about my ego.”

"You said it, not me."

"I take it your latest guards haven't fallen for your barbs, yet."

"There has been a dreadfully low attrition rate recently. Found guards with thicker skin, did you?"

Sean ignores that remark.

"I will have to advise the guards if you're going to be trouble. They will have to tie you down."

"Oh, I'll be no trouble at all."

"How reassuring." Sean looks behind at the guards. "Make sure she's immobile as you move her."

"I somehow suspect you've never had any training in getting people's cooperation, have you?"

"People will or they won't. Training is not necessary."