The room was cold. Dark. Unnatural. She shivered. An inferno strained inside, vying to escape. She couldn't let it, not with the woman sitting in front of her. The sole light glinted off her hair, the color rivaling Nyx's fire.
"Who are you?" The woman asked, her voice soft with contained danger. Nyx didn't answer.
She leaned forward. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is yours, but I strongly recommend just answering the questions." The woman said, unfazed. More silence. The woman waited. Nyx stared back.
She tilted her head ever so slightly, listening to some unknown sound. "I got that." she said under her breath, exasperated. "No, you don't need to send anyone." She rolled her eyes. Nyx tilted her head.
"Who are you?" The woman asked again. A pause. "Don't feel like answering that? How 'bout this: Where are you from?" There was a longer pause. Then the door flew open to Nyx's left, and a man entered. "Ward -" the woman started.
The man got in Nyx's face. "She asked you a question, you answer it." He snarled. Nyx smirked. A tactic that had always worked for her in the past.
"You think this is funny?" Nyx didn't answer. He drew back his hand to slap her across the face. He would have, if it hadn't been for the woman. Faster than Nyx could process, she jumped up, and caught his hand.
"You want to punch something, there's a punching bag downstairs." She said. Turning to Nyx, she said, "My name's Natasha. If you decide to cooperate, you can ask for me." She turned to leave with the man.
"Phoenix. Muspelheim." Phoenix said softly.
"What was that?" The man demanded, turning back to face Nyx.
"Shh. Come on." Natasha said, directing him out of the room. She smiled a silent 'thank you' to Phoenix, and left, closing the door.