There she sat, in the middle of the grey cafeteria that she felt wasn't anymore special to the one the prisoners ate in. She never ate there. She only went out and bought a coffee to just sip while she waited in the cafeteria. The coffee was never good either. It always felt like it took the flavor of the atmosphere in the cafeteria. Bland and drab. She sipped away while she watched the few others that were eating there or spending thier morning inside.

"Nico Robin?" A voice came from behind her. Standing up from the table she was sitting she turned to face the voice. It was young guard, he stood stiff as he waited for her response.

"Yes?" She smiled as she greeted him.

"He's ready for you. I'll walk you to him." He motioned for her to follow as he turned to walk away.

They walked through halls containing several doors, each with a small questioning rooms behind them. She was waiting to see which one the man she was there for was but they just kept walking. She started to become curious why they hadn't stopped yet till they reached an elevator. They stopped as he called the elevator. She never had to go to the second floor, but they did mention this man was alittle different. They stepped inside and she waited for him to push the second floor. They stood there not moving. As she was about to speak up the elevator started to move down. 'Down?' she thought.

"I didn't know there was a basement level to this place." she commented.

"We've always had it, we just never needed it." he replied. He was shifting around nervously as the elevator came to a stop. The doors took a long second to open. She was running thoughts through her head as to what was going on. What was down here? Why did they never need the room down here till now? Why was the guard nervous? Who am I questioning? There were multiple steel plated doors but only one door was being guarded.

"Here he is ma'am." the guard that escorted her the whole way was now standing by the other guards. Both of which were standing atleast 10 feet from the door on either side. She stayed silent as she looked quizzically at all three men. They tried to avoid her stare as they looked away nervously. She approuched the door and noticed that only this door was damaged. As she stopped by the door hesistating before making her presence known, she heard short grunts that seemed to be in a rhythmic order. Listening more intently she heard that the grunts were actually numbers. He was counting to her surprise, but the fact that he was counting wasn't the real surprise, it was the sheer amount that he had counted up to.

"2,497... 2,498... 2,499... 2,500..." She waited to try and hear if he was still going to be counting. Silence was all she was met with. She pressed her ear to the door to try and decipher what could be going on inside.

"Oi, you need something?!" the voice boomed through the door startling her a bit. Jumping a bit back as he addressed her. 'How did he know I was there?' She quickly composed herself to begin the interrogation. Easily putting up her emotionless mask she slid open the small opening that was about at eye level used to communicate with whoever was inside.

"Hello, I'm Nico Robin. I'm going to be questioning you for a little bit to try and get some information about yourself. How are you today?" She stood stoicly while she stared through small opening. He was nowhere to be seen but that didn't faze her.

"I've been better." His voice came from the side of the door. He was against the wall to be sure and stay out of sight. He stayed silent awaiting her next question. Realizing he wasn't going to say anymore she continued.

"Why are you in this prison?" She had notes on him but she usually ignored them. She was only here to get him to explain where the rest of the his accomplices were.

"I helped steal something." Still responding with the smallest answer he could think of.

"Just you?"

"No."

"Who else was with you?" She was bored of these kinds of conversations. They always acted tough and distant but she always got what she wanted.

"My friends." As expected, he answered with what she was hoping to hear.

"Your friends, right. Is that why they're not here but you are?" She was going to make him feel like the lonelyness and abandonment was all their fault. Make him feel betrayed enough to betray them.

"I didn't want them to be in here with me. Better me than them." She could almost sense him shrug on the other side.

"So you're okay with being thrown away by them?" She heard some slight shuffling behind the door. He stepped infront of the opening to look at her. His eyes peered through to her, he seemed to be analyzing her. She just watched as his gaze scrutinized every detail of her face. He moved back the wall before he spoke again.

"Yes."

She sighed, she wasn't going to get anywhere today. Maybe after another week he'd be more willing to talk.

"I guess I'll be going, I'll meet you back here in a week?" She said with a slight teasing tone. He didn't respond. "Don't be late." She left. She just wanted read a book.