Nellie looked at Dante, her expression caught somewhere between fear and irritation. It was a given, after all the process by which she got here to begin with filled her with silent rage. "So what now? Do I get to prepare, or are we doing this right away?"
Her tone carried the clear annoyance of someone trying not to sound desperate but failing miserably. Her lips twitched as if her body was still waiting for him to say "you've got time." But she already knew better. Dante doesn't seem like one to care.
And she was right, as Dante was calm as ever, the faint blue hue from his monitor reflecting in his eyes. "Sadly I can't allow for any immediate preparation." He said flatly. "The game will begins immediately, I will not die delayed."
"What? Come on!" She blurted out, throwing her arms up in disbelief, then slamming them on his desk. "A game like this needs at least a day or two of prep time! You can't just...
