It's the final day of ghem-Miko's interrogation -- at least, it's definitely not the first. The tent protects from the icy winds, but it's still mercilessly cold inside the tent, and the prisoners haven't been getting any of their extremely scarce rations. Ghem-Miko himself is a mess -- his Cetagandan science officer's uniform is torn and stained with blood and dirt, and only traces of his facepaint remain smeared across his face. He looks like hell, but Piotr looks unfazed as he gestures Maine into the tent.

"Since you're so curious about the -- what's that charming word you used -- exotics," Piotr drawls, his voice more vicious than dry, "then here's one for you to interact with, although I don't know how much scientific appreciation you'll get out of it. Doctor ghem-Miko, let me introduce you to Maine."