Mindy couldn't help but manage a small smile as she heard her offenses rattled off. Oh, but she had pissed them off the past few days, to the point she was threatened with avoxing when it came to her lack of speech. When she did speak, of course, they didn't like her answers, which were swimming with insinuations about their parentage and what they did with themselves when they were along. The beatings were enough to get them to simply make her regret everything she said, but at least they weren't trying to get her to sing. That was annoying. The only decent time was when those bastards left and she could spare some words with Sonja, who was right here with her.

Of course, barely being able to speak anyway helped. She let the guy talk: those fuckers LOVED to speak anyway. Really, it was all a blur, she could barely bother to care who was coming now. Was this another interrogation?

"What's the word?"