Diya merely blinks at Pearl. "You were part of a raiding party that attacked our soldiers. You must forgive me if I would prefer a guarantee of honesty."

One of the officers closes a hand over Pearl's shoulder -- not hard, but his intention is clear. The other takes her hand firmly but politely, or at least as polite as one could be in this situation.

"Fast-penta will not harm you," she continues, as the soldier holds Pearl's arm in place long enough to prick her with a small dose of fast-penta. "It has no lingering side-effects, and it causes no pain. Its effects are short-lived. If you intend to speak honestly, you should have no objection."