"So where are you from in the states witch?" Dolohov asked, snatching Lilith's wrist to keep her from taking his pulse.

"Wisconsin." she replied, furrowing her brow as she yanked her wrist away. Longbottom, her "protector" for the day didn't seem to notice as he was several feet back in the aisle between the cells. Lilith couldn't tell if he was uninterested or scared witless by the thought of having to take one of the feared men on.

Antonin nodded and allowed her to place her fingers over the vein in his wrist.

"Are there as many mudblood issues there as there are here?"

Antonin's curiosity was piqued, he'd never met anyone from the states before that he could recall. On top of that he was practically starving for any drop of news from outside of his dreary existence. More important yet, you never knew what little scrap of information could fall into your lap that might prove useful in the future. Years in azkaban hadn't dulled the senses of the DeathEater, if anything they had made him shrewder. He'd decided that he was going to milk the new witch for everything he could and he could be very persuasive.

"There's some tension to be sure but there haven't been any outright wars."

Lilith noted his pulse on the chart before putting her stethoscope to his back in order to listen to his breathing.

"Do you know much about us and our wars, did you do your studies?"

The medi-witch wondered at his dark brown eyes glittering with mischief, what was he up to? Whatever his thoughts were though they were giving no hints. Antonin quirked a dark brow when she didn't reply, instead moving her listening device to his smooth chest. Not to be ignored when he still didn't receive an answer Dolohov plucked it from his skin and pressed it to his lips. He then proceeded in whispering his question into it and smirked. Lilith rolled her eyes but the corners of her scarlet lips curved up into a smile, a tell tale sign that he'd won.

"I did minimal research and listened to what others wanted to tell me." she admitted. "But truly I didn't want anything to taint my opinion before starting here, god knows there's been enough prejudices and animosity to last a lifetime."

"Admirable." he whispered into the device before placing it back over his heart.

"Textbook perfect pulse and heart rate." the medi-witch announced, marking it down on the day's chart.

"Did they tell you what we are?" Antonin emphasized the word what and quirked his brow again.

Lilith sighed and wondered for a moment why she was allowing herself to be interrogated by her patient. But if it allowed her to do her job she supposed there was little harm in answering innocuous questions.

"I know that they call you DeathEaters though I don't rightly know what that means." and wasn't sure she wanted to know either.

Antonin considered her words wondering if she was smart to be somewhat ignorant of whom she served or if the witch was a bloody fool. Whichever it was he decided that he was alright with it because she showed up with fresh smiles every other day freeing them from the usual animosity. He didn't much care what people thought of him but the scowls and growls had gotten old quickly.

He's not to be trusted, the warning flitted through her brain along with a little shiver. Before he could ask another question Lilith rose to her feet and motioned him out into the aisle where she had a portable scale waiting.

"Why?" he asked simply, standing but not approaching the scale as if there were some trick to it. None of the witches had done that before.

Dolohov was a large man, not bulk wise but long and lithe like a predator in the wild. He wasn't nearly as large a presence as the wolf but was quite intimidating in his own way. She really hoped Longbottom started paying some fucking attention. While he was looking in the prisoners direction he didn't seem the least bit concerned, something she could only hope was a facade. You signed up for this she chided herself ruefully.

"To make sure everyone is the appropriate weight for their size."

He hesitated, crossing his arms over his chest and looking thoughtful.

"Are you a pureblood little one?"

The little one sighed as if he were testing her patience or she was very tired and crossed her arms over her chest as well. Around them the other DeathEaters were silent, hanging on their conversation, Antonin finally having asked a question that interested them.
"On the scale Antonin." Lilith said firmly.

Answering the question made her pulse race a little, reminding her of the fact that their predator instincts were still alive and well. The older man chuckled at her defiant display but stepped onto the muggle scale nonetheless. Antonin watched as the numbers settled on 205, gods he'd lost a lot of weight, muscle mass really. The witch must have noticed too for she made a displeased 'hmmmm' sound before jotting the number down.

"Well?" he demanded immediately afterward.

"Does it matter?" she sighed, sweeping her arm to signify that he should return to his cell.

"Curious." he teased, a smile playing over his pale, chapped lips.

Lilith was a little annoyed that it did matter but they were what they were and she had known that going into this endeavor. Dolohov hesitated, waiting for the reply, until Longbottom grumbled and jabbed his wand into the man's ribs with no small amount of irritation. He was less than pleased about babysitting the wastes of life in his charge. The DeathEater grunted at the assault, more annoyed than anything but stepped back inside without protest.

He frowned when LIlith moved away, figuring he wasn't going to get his answer, but she turned halfway back to look at him on her way to Lucius' cage.

"I am pureblood but don't think for a second that I think any less of those who aren't."

The witch may have only gone up a smidge in Lucius' estimation but her answer alone, the defiance, the spark in her minty eyes impressed Dolohov more than he would have cared to admit.

Lilith got a small reprieve during her examination of the elder Malfoy and she used it to collect herself. Note to self, don't ever start with Dolohov again she decided and took a deep breath. Knowing it or not, though she suspected he did, the man was mentally exhausting. It wasn't just the questions though, it was the eyes and the way they pried and searched hers for unspoken answers. Lilith could tell beyond a doubt that he was quite adept at reading people and probably plying answers from their lips that they didn't necessarily want to give. The fucker didn't even need a wand. The witch took another deep breath and decided to file it all away for later when she could add a little fire whiskey to her hot cocoa and think. Or perhaps just the drinking would do...

Lucius spoke only when necessary during the examination, same as last time, as the witch was quite beneath him. She did look pureblood but her breeding didn't look nearly as impeccable as his own family. Clearly it couldn't have been if she had either been forced to or chosen to take a job and lived unattended. He had to admit though that having Anders around did make him fondly long for his own wife, perhaps because she was kinder than the others. Narcissa was behind his eyelids and every time he closed them she was there smiling and laughing. Though they would have to go into hiding when the plan came to fruition there was no way he wasn't going back to her.

Sadly their only sons' chance at a good marriage had been ruined by their incarceration...perhaps the witches blood status would come in handy. Once the dark lord's plan brought the sea surrounded prison down she would have no job and would possibly be on the run if the aurors thought she'd had anything to do with it. The timing of her arrival in conjunction with the escape would seem rather suspicious after the men had been incarcerated for so long without so much as an attempt. Miss Anders would need someone to protect her in a foreign land amidst heaps of chaos and Draco had always been quite the charmer. Indeed by the end of the session he was eyeing the young witch in a different light.