[Aelwyn steps into the room, her hands folded behind her back. The pain is getting to her, admittedly. Seriously, what an annoying power. She rolls a natural 20 on her constitution saving throw to resist showing any reaction, however, so she's still composed for now.

Her eyes are cold as she looks down on him. There's a small chilly container next to her and a notebook in her other hand.]

Good. Then an exchange. For the record, I have no intention of torturing you or your little friends unless you give me adequate reason.

Faulkner, Yuan, Reid, and Eames, Inc. ADI. The Web. Tell me what you know, and we can work something out.