Okay I would like to first say I don't own anything Resident Evil, the only
person I own in this story is Isabel. The second thing I would like to say
is thank you for taking the time and reading this story. It is the first
thing I have ever written and I am sure that there's plenty of room for
improvement in my technique, which hopefully as I write more will become
better. I know that this story will not agree with everyone and if you
truly I'm fine with that but please don't be mean in your reviews. I've
finished the whole thing so any suggestions on writing style I will
definitely use, in my next story. So don't be offended if you don't see
much of a change after leaving ideas. Again I would like to say thank you
for reading and I hope you enjoy. Oh and I'm still trying to figure out
the whole posting thing so forgive me if things aren't quite right. E.
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Isabel didn't want to open her eyes. She wanted to continue dreaming. Dreams were all she had now and they comforted her. As she opened her eyes she looked around the room she was in, although it wasn't a room it was a cell. All white no color to be found. A sink with a mirror over it and a toilet took up one wall. A bed on the opposite wall and there were no windows. The only light in the room came from the blinding fluorescent lights above, which she had no control over. The door to the room was made of a thick, cold steel with some kind of numeric pad next to it. Isabel didn't really know how long she had been here. She had been knocked unconscious upon entering her apartment one evening after work. When Isabel awoke she had been told that it had been a few days since her capture. She had asked what a few days meant but was given no answer. So her questions began and the main questions were who are these people and why was she here. She had of course asked, but again no one answered. Isabel soon found out what they wanted.
For two days Isabel was left alone. She hadn't seen another soul except when her food was brought to her and when that happened Isabel was never spoken to, the person delivering her tray usually handed it to her silently and left. Isabel was starting to think that whom ever was in charge had forgotten about her. That thought didn't put her at ease though it only served to frighten her more and by the time she was finally collected from her cell Isabel had a feeling that was exactly what they wanted.
Two days after she awoke in this place the real terror began. At first it hadn't been bad. Someone Isabel assumed was a guard collected her from her cell and took her to some sort interrogation room. It wasn't much bigger than her cell and like her cell was all white, with fluorescent lights over head. The only furniture in the tiny room was two chairs with a table between them. Papers were strewn about on the table and Isabel assumed they were files on her, why else would they be there? One of the two chairs was empty the other held a man she had never seen before. He had dark well- kept hair, hazel eyes and a neatly trimmed mustache. He also had worn an expensive blue suit, white shirt and a blue tie that had matched his jacket and pants perfectly. Securing the tie was a diamond tiepin. It was clear from the first question that he wanted to know about her father. It was also clear that he thought Isabel had recently had contact with her father and knew where he was. They had put her through all this to find a man she hadn't talked to since she was twelve. At first Isabel had thought that if she were truthful they would let her go. How naive she had been, as soon as she told the gentleman in front of her the truth, the atmosphere in the room changed from almost pleasant to a harsh tension.
"If that's the way you want to play it then fine we'll play." Her Interrogator had spat out.
At first he had seemed nice enough but when Isabel had told him she didn't know anything he had lost control of his temper, for a split second she thought he might hit her. The dark haired man had regained control of himself fairly fast and left the room. Isabel had never gotten his name, but then it didn't matter she had never seen him again anyway. When they had taken her back to her cell she had thought that was the end of it, unsure of what was going to happen to her, she had fallen into a fitful sleep hours after the over head lights had gone off.
The next day was worse. The minute the lights came on two guards had bound into the room, and dragging her from bed by the neck, had beat her. While one had held her still the other had relentlessly attacked her not caring where his punches landed. When she could no longer stand on her own the guard holding Isabel had let go of her and let her fall where she may. While she was lying on the floor the man that had held Isabel gave her a departing kick in the ribs and they had left the room. It had all happened so fast she barely had time to register what was happening. After they were done all she could do was lie on the floor were they left her. Isabel knew she had laid there for what seemed an eternity before she started the process of picking herself off the floor. She could barely move, every muscle screamed in protest as she rose to her knees. Isabel made her way to the bed like that on her hands and knees, half-crawling half dragging herself. It had taken all of her remaining strength to pull herself up onto the bed. There Isabel had sat for a few minutes catching her breath. How can people be so cruel, I didn't do anything was all Isabel could think tears streaming down her face. Once the tears had subsided she fell into a nightmare filled sleep.
Isabel knew she had re-awakened later that day just in time for another guard to come in. The name Jeffries was stitched on his uniform above the right pocket. He had brown eyes and hair and seemed young. She had thought him younger than her own twenty-six years, but she couldn't tell for sure. He seemed shocked at the state she was in, but it had passed quickly.
Jeffries escorted Isabel to what she thought of now as the shower room. It was a large area reminiscent of a locker room, all white tiles that echoed every sound. There were no lockers though, just row after row of shower stalls. The young guard had handed her a pile of clothes, a towel and a bar of soap then promptly left. Isabel knew that they were watching there were cameras mounted in all four corners of the room. She wanted the hot shower to soothe some of the ache in her body so she stripped, showered and dressed as fast as she could. In her present condition it was a slow grueling process. Isabel's suspicions were confirmed when seconds after she had finished dressing Jeffries had re- entered the room. In his hand he carried a comb. He told her he thought she might need it. A faint smile had passed Isabel's lips at his kindness. The smile had caused the side of her face to ache again as she pocketed the comb and left the room.
Instead of taking Isabel back to her cell after the shower, the young guard had taken her a few corridors down to a door marked infirmary. There, a man who introduced himself as doctor Williams began inspecting her. He took X-rays of Isabel's entire body, poked and prodded what seemed like every bruise she had, and then declared there was no permanent damage. Before she left Isabel did hear him tell Jeffries that if they had to further educate her to lay off the head. If they did any serious damage, they would never be able to get the information they needed. It had been a good thing she hadn't had anything in her stomach. To hear a doctor talk like that had made her nauseas. Jeffries just nodded his head and took Isabel back to her cell. She hadn't seen him again either.
When Isabel had gotten back to her cell, there had been a tray of food left on her bed. It had been cold and she hadn't touched it, she hadn't felt like eating. Instead Isabel walked over to the sink to splash some cool water on her face that's when she noticed the tooth brush and tooth paste someone had left there. Isabel had never realized how she had taken such simple things for granted. To have the ability to comb her hair, brush her teeth, and take a shower in place like this meant more to her now than money or gold. For a brief moment she wondered if it had been more of the young guard's kindness
As she brushed her teeth Isabel looked into the mirror and hardly recognized herself. Her chin length golden brown hair hung limp and stringy around her face. One of her green eyes was swollen and surrounded by a purplish blue bruise. It was so swollen she could hardly see out of it. Isabel's cheek and jaw wore the same color bruise in the shape of a hand, as did her neck where they grabbed her. Her top lip was also swollen and split. Isabel had taken notice of the other bruises that adorned most of her body in the shower, but this had been the first time she had really seen her face. When she had finished Isabel took the comb out of her pocket and placed it next to the toothpaste on the sink. She then shuffled over to her bed laid down and surrendered to a thankfully dreamless sleep.
Isabel awoke the minute the lights came on, but she just laid there frightened the two guards from the previous morning would make an appearance. After a few minutes she decided it was safe to begin her morning rituals of brushing her hair and teeth. As Isabel finished another guard walked in, she didn't bother to take notice of his name or what he looked like, it wouldn't matter she probably wouldn't ever see him again after the day was over.
This new guard took her back to the interrogation room, where there was a new man seated across the table from her. He hadn't been dressed in a suit or guard uniform. He had worn black pants and a white shirt and had gray hair, blue eyes and looked to be in his late fifties.
"Now that you have had time to think about things we'll begin again." He stated.
Then it had happened all over again. They asked their questions and she answered them as best as she could, but they didn't believe her.
"Since you deem it necessary to continue your defiance we'll give you more time to think about it," he said far too pleasant to be reassuring.
Isabel was lead back to her cell and when she got there found another tray of food on her bed, again it was cold but she was starving having been a day and a half since her last meal. She finished the food quickly, and spent the rest of the day on the bed wondering what was to come next, until she finally fell asleep.
Three mornings after her first interrogation her worse fears were realized. The guards that had beaten her two days ago came back into her room moments after the lights came back on. They were just as brutal with her as before leaving her again in a pile on the floor. This time almost immediately after they were done another guard came to collect her. It was the same routine, he took her to the shower room and back to the infirmary and again the doctor had cleared her. That had been four days ago, and they had repeated this process twice since then. The last time Isabel had been interrogated she hadn't bothered answering at all, what was the point if no one believed her. This had pushed the man with the gray hair to his limits all pleasantness gone he had threatened her.
"If you think those little sessions you've had were bad wait until we take their leash off." He had spat at her.
Isabel didn't answer him or look at him, which just infuriated him more. He told the guard to take her back to her cell. As she had been about to leave the room he had called after her.
"We shall have to come up with something special for you."
At this, any hope Isabel held on to disappeared. She knew for certain she was a walking corpse. It was all just a matter of time.
Isabel stretched in bed, as much as her battered body would allow anyway and began to sit up. She'd had a beautiful dream last night. There had been a little girl with blonde hair but part from that Isabel couldn't remember quite what she looked like. She only knew that they had played at the park. They laughed and swung on the swings, Isabel had been happy and free. When she realized it had been all a dream she was filled with despair.
Isabel had no idea of what was going to happen to her. The guards that had become her constant torment had never come in with their usual wake up call, which frightened her. It could only mean one thing they had something else in mind for her. Isabel wondered if she would be able to take anymore of what was planned.
Isabel finally deciding it was safe to begin her morning routine and had just finished brushing her hair when the door to her cell opened. She turned around to see a tall man in the doorway. He was wearing a uniform, but unlike the rest of the guards in this place there was no name on it. He was dressed in black from head to toe a black shirt, black pants, and black combat boots. The next thing Isabel noticed was so weird it should have been the first, was even though they were inside he wore sunglasses. He had blonde hair combed straight back, but was short enough it spiked. Isabel couldn't see his eyes but she had a feeling they were intense whatever color they were. He was handsome, stunningly so, even if it was a cold kind of handsome. He gave off the impression of someone who was used to getting what he wanted. There was no emotion on his face, and he scared her. Isabel didn't know why but he made her want to run and hide. All her instincts told her to get away from this man.
She was afraid of him. He could smell it on her even though it didn't show on her face. Wesker had read her file, Isabel Marie Landen, born March 7th 1977, height: 5'8, weight: 155 pounds, father: James Landen, Mother: Denise Landen. He had also seen the picture that accompanied the file. It wasn't the same person anymore. The girl from the picture had been attractive, smiling and full of life. The girl in front him had a sadness about her and she held herself with a stiffness that told of the pain she was in. Isabel's left eye was still slightly swollen and had the final stages of a bruise around it as did her cheek and throat. Her brown hair was tucked behind her ears. The rest of her, he could tell, had bruises in various degrees of healing. His men had done their job well but not well enough. Again he found himself annoyed at HCF they couldn't even extract a little bit of information from this slip of a girl. He had been called in when he had finally learned the whereabouts of Redfield and his friends.
Well better get to work, Wesker though as he stepped toward her. It was like a dance as he stepped forward Isabel took a step back trying to keep as much distance between them as possible, but there was only so much room in the tiny cell. She soon found herself in a corner. It wasn't really the best place to be in a situation like this but she didn't have a choice.
Isabel could sense there was something different about this man. It's the way he moves. She thought, like a hunter stalking his prey. His movements were swift and graceful and with a few steps he was directly in front of her, his presence seemed to fill the room. He was so close their bodies almost touched. Isabel knew he was trying to intimidate her, and she was tired of people doing that. She immediately straightened her spine. Lifting her head she looked him dead in the eye or were his eyes would have been, had he not been wearing those ridiculous sunglasses.
Wesker was slightly amused, slightly impressed even with all Isabel had undoubtedly been through she had decided to hold her ground. He knew that most people when having their personal space invaded would step back and try to put distance between themselves and the other person. Miss Landen had chosen to react in the opposite manner, straightening up and holding her place almost challenging him. True there wasn't much room between her and the wall, but she could have backed right up to it, she didn't.
"So you're the one giving us so much trouble." Wesker finally stated looking down at her.
The blonde man spoke as if every word was chosen carefully as to not give away any emotion or thought he might have. His voice was smooth and this close Isabel could feel the power radiating off of him. She also could have sworn she saw a flicker of a grin on his face, but in a blink it was gone. With what her instincts were now telling her about this man made her want to rethink her stance but he didn't give her time.
"One way or another you will give us the information we want. Of course my methods are a lot more persuasive than my comrades." He continued
With that he grabbed her arm, and saw her flinch as he hit a particularly fresh bruise. He propelled her out of the room and down the hall without another word. Isabel was picking up the faint impression he was annoyed by all of this, but she couldn't tell why. Surely this was his job, to deal with unhelpful subjects such as her.
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Isabel didn't want to open her eyes. She wanted to continue dreaming. Dreams were all she had now and they comforted her. As she opened her eyes she looked around the room she was in, although it wasn't a room it was a cell. All white no color to be found. A sink with a mirror over it and a toilet took up one wall. A bed on the opposite wall and there were no windows. The only light in the room came from the blinding fluorescent lights above, which she had no control over. The door to the room was made of a thick, cold steel with some kind of numeric pad next to it. Isabel didn't really know how long she had been here. She had been knocked unconscious upon entering her apartment one evening after work. When Isabel awoke she had been told that it had been a few days since her capture. She had asked what a few days meant but was given no answer. So her questions began and the main questions were who are these people and why was she here. She had of course asked, but again no one answered. Isabel soon found out what they wanted.
For two days Isabel was left alone. She hadn't seen another soul except when her food was brought to her and when that happened Isabel was never spoken to, the person delivering her tray usually handed it to her silently and left. Isabel was starting to think that whom ever was in charge had forgotten about her. That thought didn't put her at ease though it only served to frighten her more and by the time she was finally collected from her cell Isabel had a feeling that was exactly what they wanted.
Two days after she awoke in this place the real terror began. At first it hadn't been bad. Someone Isabel assumed was a guard collected her from her cell and took her to some sort interrogation room. It wasn't much bigger than her cell and like her cell was all white, with fluorescent lights over head. The only furniture in the tiny room was two chairs with a table between them. Papers were strewn about on the table and Isabel assumed they were files on her, why else would they be there? One of the two chairs was empty the other held a man she had never seen before. He had dark well- kept hair, hazel eyes and a neatly trimmed mustache. He also had worn an expensive blue suit, white shirt and a blue tie that had matched his jacket and pants perfectly. Securing the tie was a diamond tiepin. It was clear from the first question that he wanted to know about her father. It was also clear that he thought Isabel had recently had contact with her father and knew where he was. They had put her through all this to find a man she hadn't talked to since she was twelve. At first Isabel had thought that if she were truthful they would let her go. How naive she had been, as soon as she told the gentleman in front of her the truth, the atmosphere in the room changed from almost pleasant to a harsh tension.
"If that's the way you want to play it then fine we'll play." Her Interrogator had spat out.
At first he had seemed nice enough but when Isabel had told him she didn't know anything he had lost control of his temper, for a split second she thought he might hit her. The dark haired man had regained control of himself fairly fast and left the room. Isabel had never gotten his name, but then it didn't matter she had never seen him again anyway. When they had taken her back to her cell she had thought that was the end of it, unsure of what was going to happen to her, she had fallen into a fitful sleep hours after the over head lights had gone off.
The next day was worse. The minute the lights came on two guards had bound into the room, and dragging her from bed by the neck, had beat her. While one had held her still the other had relentlessly attacked her not caring where his punches landed. When she could no longer stand on her own the guard holding Isabel had let go of her and let her fall where she may. While she was lying on the floor the man that had held Isabel gave her a departing kick in the ribs and they had left the room. It had all happened so fast she barely had time to register what was happening. After they were done all she could do was lie on the floor were they left her. Isabel knew she had laid there for what seemed an eternity before she started the process of picking herself off the floor. She could barely move, every muscle screamed in protest as she rose to her knees. Isabel made her way to the bed like that on her hands and knees, half-crawling half dragging herself. It had taken all of her remaining strength to pull herself up onto the bed. There Isabel had sat for a few minutes catching her breath. How can people be so cruel, I didn't do anything was all Isabel could think tears streaming down her face. Once the tears had subsided she fell into a nightmare filled sleep.
Isabel knew she had re-awakened later that day just in time for another guard to come in. The name Jeffries was stitched on his uniform above the right pocket. He had brown eyes and hair and seemed young. She had thought him younger than her own twenty-six years, but she couldn't tell for sure. He seemed shocked at the state she was in, but it had passed quickly.
Jeffries escorted Isabel to what she thought of now as the shower room. It was a large area reminiscent of a locker room, all white tiles that echoed every sound. There were no lockers though, just row after row of shower stalls. The young guard had handed her a pile of clothes, a towel and a bar of soap then promptly left. Isabel knew that they were watching there were cameras mounted in all four corners of the room. She wanted the hot shower to soothe some of the ache in her body so she stripped, showered and dressed as fast as she could. In her present condition it was a slow grueling process. Isabel's suspicions were confirmed when seconds after she had finished dressing Jeffries had re- entered the room. In his hand he carried a comb. He told her he thought she might need it. A faint smile had passed Isabel's lips at his kindness. The smile had caused the side of her face to ache again as she pocketed the comb and left the room.
Instead of taking Isabel back to her cell after the shower, the young guard had taken her a few corridors down to a door marked infirmary. There, a man who introduced himself as doctor Williams began inspecting her. He took X-rays of Isabel's entire body, poked and prodded what seemed like every bruise she had, and then declared there was no permanent damage. Before she left Isabel did hear him tell Jeffries that if they had to further educate her to lay off the head. If they did any serious damage, they would never be able to get the information they needed. It had been a good thing she hadn't had anything in her stomach. To hear a doctor talk like that had made her nauseas. Jeffries just nodded his head and took Isabel back to her cell. She hadn't seen him again either.
When Isabel had gotten back to her cell, there had been a tray of food left on her bed. It had been cold and she hadn't touched it, she hadn't felt like eating. Instead Isabel walked over to the sink to splash some cool water on her face that's when she noticed the tooth brush and tooth paste someone had left there. Isabel had never realized how she had taken such simple things for granted. To have the ability to comb her hair, brush her teeth, and take a shower in place like this meant more to her now than money or gold. For a brief moment she wondered if it had been more of the young guard's kindness
As she brushed her teeth Isabel looked into the mirror and hardly recognized herself. Her chin length golden brown hair hung limp and stringy around her face. One of her green eyes was swollen and surrounded by a purplish blue bruise. It was so swollen she could hardly see out of it. Isabel's cheek and jaw wore the same color bruise in the shape of a hand, as did her neck where they grabbed her. Her top lip was also swollen and split. Isabel had taken notice of the other bruises that adorned most of her body in the shower, but this had been the first time she had really seen her face. When she had finished Isabel took the comb out of her pocket and placed it next to the toothpaste on the sink. She then shuffled over to her bed laid down and surrendered to a thankfully dreamless sleep.
Isabel awoke the minute the lights came on, but she just laid there frightened the two guards from the previous morning would make an appearance. After a few minutes she decided it was safe to begin her morning rituals of brushing her hair and teeth. As Isabel finished another guard walked in, she didn't bother to take notice of his name or what he looked like, it wouldn't matter she probably wouldn't ever see him again after the day was over.
This new guard took her back to the interrogation room, where there was a new man seated across the table from her. He hadn't been dressed in a suit or guard uniform. He had worn black pants and a white shirt and had gray hair, blue eyes and looked to be in his late fifties.
"Now that you have had time to think about things we'll begin again." He stated.
Then it had happened all over again. They asked their questions and she answered them as best as she could, but they didn't believe her.
"Since you deem it necessary to continue your defiance we'll give you more time to think about it," he said far too pleasant to be reassuring.
Isabel was lead back to her cell and when she got there found another tray of food on her bed, again it was cold but she was starving having been a day and a half since her last meal. She finished the food quickly, and spent the rest of the day on the bed wondering what was to come next, until she finally fell asleep.
Three mornings after her first interrogation her worse fears were realized. The guards that had beaten her two days ago came back into her room moments after the lights came back on. They were just as brutal with her as before leaving her again in a pile on the floor. This time almost immediately after they were done another guard came to collect her. It was the same routine, he took her to the shower room and back to the infirmary and again the doctor had cleared her. That had been four days ago, and they had repeated this process twice since then. The last time Isabel had been interrogated she hadn't bothered answering at all, what was the point if no one believed her. This had pushed the man with the gray hair to his limits all pleasantness gone he had threatened her.
"If you think those little sessions you've had were bad wait until we take their leash off." He had spat at her.
Isabel didn't answer him or look at him, which just infuriated him more. He told the guard to take her back to her cell. As she had been about to leave the room he had called after her.
"We shall have to come up with something special for you."
At this, any hope Isabel held on to disappeared. She knew for certain she was a walking corpse. It was all just a matter of time.
Isabel stretched in bed, as much as her battered body would allow anyway and began to sit up. She'd had a beautiful dream last night. There had been a little girl with blonde hair but part from that Isabel couldn't remember quite what she looked like. She only knew that they had played at the park. They laughed and swung on the swings, Isabel had been happy and free. When she realized it had been all a dream she was filled with despair.
Isabel had no idea of what was going to happen to her. The guards that had become her constant torment had never come in with their usual wake up call, which frightened her. It could only mean one thing they had something else in mind for her. Isabel wondered if she would be able to take anymore of what was planned.
Isabel finally deciding it was safe to begin her morning routine and had just finished brushing her hair when the door to her cell opened. She turned around to see a tall man in the doorway. He was wearing a uniform, but unlike the rest of the guards in this place there was no name on it. He was dressed in black from head to toe a black shirt, black pants, and black combat boots. The next thing Isabel noticed was so weird it should have been the first, was even though they were inside he wore sunglasses. He had blonde hair combed straight back, but was short enough it spiked. Isabel couldn't see his eyes but she had a feeling they were intense whatever color they were. He was handsome, stunningly so, even if it was a cold kind of handsome. He gave off the impression of someone who was used to getting what he wanted. There was no emotion on his face, and he scared her. Isabel didn't know why but he made her want to run and hide. All her instincts told her to get away from this man.
She was afraid of him. He could smell it on her even though it didn't show on her face. Wesker had read her file, Isabel Marie Landen, born March 7th 1977, height: 5'8, weight: 155 pounds, father: James Landen, Mother: Denise Landen. He had also seen the picture that accompanied the file. It wasn't the same person anymore. The girl from the picture had been attractive, smiling and full of life. The girl in front him had a sadness about her and she held herself with a stiffness that told of the pain she was in. Isabel's left eye was still slightly swollen and had the final stages of a bruise around it as did her cheek and throat. Her brown hair was tucked behind her ears. The rest of her, he could tell, had bruises in various degrees of healing. His men had done their job well but not well enough. Again he found himself annoyed at HCF they couldn't even extract a little bit of information from this slip of a girl. He had been called in when he had finally learned the whereabouts of Redfield and his friends.
Well better get to work, Wesker though as he stepped toward her. It was like a dance as he stepped forward Isabel took a step back trying to keep as much distance between them as possible, but there was only so much room in the tiny cell. She soon found herself in a corner. It wasn't really the best place to be in a situation like this but she didn't have a choice.
Isabel could sense there was something different about this man. It's the way he moves. She thought, like a hunter stalking his prey. His movements were swift and graceful and with a few steps he was directly in front of her, his presence seemed to fill the room. He was so close their bodies almost touched. Isabel knew he was trying to intimidate her, and she was tired of people doing that. She immediately straightened her spine. Lifting her head she looked him dead in the eye or were his eyes would have been, had he not been wearing those ridiculous sunglasses.
Wesker was slightly amused, slightly impressed even with all Isabel had undoubtedly been through she had decided to hold her ground. He knew that most people when having their personal space invaded would step back and try to put distance between themselves and the other person. Miss Landen had chosen to react in the opposite manner, straightening up and holding her place almost challenging him. True there wasn't much room between her and the wall, but she could have backed right up to it, she didn't.
"So you're the one giving us so much trouble." Wesker finally stated looking down at her.
The blonde man spoke as if every word was chosen carefully as to not give away any emotion or thought he might have. His voice was smooth and this close Isabel could feel the power radiating off of him. She also could have sworn she saw a flicker of a grin on his face, but in a blink it was gone. With what her instincts were now telling her about this man made her want to rethink her stance but he didn't give her time.
"One way or another you will give us the information we want. Of course my methods are a lot more persuasive than my comrades." He continued
With that he grabbed her arm, and saw her flinch as he hit a particularly fresh bruise. He propelled her out of the room and down the hall without another word. Isabel was picking up the faint impression he was annoyed by all of this, but she couldn't tell why. Surely this was his job, to deal with unhelpful subjects such as her.