Ritchie looked down at her wrists encased in the security cuffs. They felt strange. When she kept her wrists still, it was like they weren"t even there. Or more like they created a negative impression, thin rings around her wrists where the cool air of the entrance hall wasn"t touching her skin.
Then she tried moving her hands away from each other, and they tightened viciously, cutting off the circulation to her fingers. She could even smell the acrid scent of the little hairs on her arms burning.
No one around her said a word. The four guardians seemed to be waiting for some signal from the general, but he had lapsed into silence. In fact, he was looking down studiously at the floor between his feet, his hands deep in his pockets.
She knew that posture well. Fitz did it all the time wh
