"Seems you still got that spunk." Allyson shrugged after hearing the insult. “Cute accessories you’re rocking,” The smirk widened as she nodded to the handcuffs. Casually, the spy teased, “How you doing, kid?” A part of Allyson felt terrible for dragging the girl back to the Alliance, but with the information she sent M, she hoped Voyana could be convinced to join up. A hand covered the cybernetic eye with the black eyepatch she carried with her. Standing, Allyson walked over towards the bed and smirked when she drew closer. Voyana seemed to have woken up, and it was only a matter of minutes for her to realize she was handcuffed and bound to the bed. Sitting there, Allyson watched by the nearby bed. “Nah, it was work.” The doctor nodded and left her. “So was it, someone you forgot to call back?” He teased, placing the tools down at the bedside. “Yeah, she was pretty feisty.” The pair chuckled the doctor had worked with Allyson for some time now and had helped bandage her up after a couple of hookups that ended pretty ugly. The Corellian didn’t know the girl for long but already could picture that chit-eating grin if she knew the damage she caused. “Whatever you got in here really did some work.” Allyson groaned at the comment she didn’t want to give Voyana that much credit. “Well, next time, don’t get a dart in it or get electrocuted by wires, Locke.” quipped the doctor as he shook his head. “Chit, Kark, Fek.” Allyson cursed while sparks flew over her and the doctor that specializes in cybernetics.
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