When the Irish assassin awoke, she was bound to a wooden chair, her weapons stripped from her. Nina struggled with the bonds as a figure grasped her shoulders from behind. She dared not to look up.
A calm, smooth voice called to her. It was almost harsh. "Did I not tell you to stay away, Nina? You didn't want to join forces with me. You shouldn't be here." Nina, still struggling, now felt a hand move from her shoulder to the hand trying to untie her. The hand felt smooth and larger than hers.
Jin emerged from behind her. Standing directly in front of her, he glared as though waiting for her explanation. But she gave none. Instead, she changed the subject.
"Where's Rose?"
"She should be coming in, in a minute," Jin said calmly ignoring the fact that she had ignored his statement.
A moment or two later, Rose walked in the room and placed a stack of papers on the desk behind Nina.
"What are those?" Jin asked.
"From your father," Rose stated blandly.
"Oh, yes, of course."
Nina interrupted the silence that had come between her and Rose. "Why are you here, Rose?"
"You only asked for her a few minutes ago," Jin exclaimed, not quite getting the full meaning of Nina's question.
After a few moments or silence, she spoke. "I never asked." Rose looked away as she said this, restacking the papers she'd just put on the desk.
"What do you mean you never asked?" Nina was frustrated for not getting the answer she had asked for. "Who would know then?"
"Mishima-sama."
"Which?" Nina asked. "Jin doesn't know."
"I said nothing of Jin."
"Allow me to speak with him." Nina's voice was now calm but still demanding.