"So close," Brianna cooed of Ambrose's description. "yet you are wrong. We are scientists, not torturers, and you will not die." She watched Hunter's action with satisfaction. "But you'll wish you had died when we're through with you. Nobody mocks me and gets away with it." Her last sentence was a hiss. She nods at Hunter approvingly. "I'd say that we do put him under... But, oh! The boy has had so much tranquiliser lately! That wouldn't be good for him." she filled her tone with mocking melodrama. "Let me collect the instruments..." she left the two of them and strolled to a cupboard.