My sister took out something that looked like a speed gun—or maybe a scouter—from her pocket.
The examination wasn't anything complicated.
You just pointed that strange tool at someone, and it displayed their general disposition. If it came out as neutral or better, you passed.
There was a formal version of the test, but obviously they weren't going to do anything that elaborate here. Besides, if someone really wanted to avoid the tool, it wasn't hard. In the end, this test was more of a "better than nothing" precaution.
Professor Lena expression softened the moment the tool showed a neutral reading without any issues.
"Thank you for your cooperation," she said gently. "Since you seem to be having memory problems… once we escape, we can arrange assistance with basic necessities, if you'd like."
She looked at me for a moment — those red eyes studying me with quiet concern — then she smiled, warm and politely distant, and shook her head as if reassuring herself.
