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D tensed. His jaw tightened, and his mouth thinned in impatience. He clenched his hands. Whoever the scientist was or thought he was, he was getting on D's last nerve; responses without an answer seemed to be his M.O. In the moment, he was more frustrated with the labcoat's vagueness than he was disturbed by his 'explanation.' At that point, he decided he was done asking questions; they wouldn't get a straight answer anyways. He took half a step back, and crossed his arms with hint of defiance. 

Side-eying VV, he hoped she was on the same train of thought as he was. He looked then at the scientist, and the flanking guards, whose guns would be trained on them the moment they made any move on the labcoat-wearing piece of shit. [color=9e0b0f]"And what if we're not OK with having anything more done to us?[/color] He asked with an oppositional tone. [color=9e0b0f]"What if we refuse to follow you?"[/color]