Thea interrogates the guy first; she's calm, steady, and takes none of this guys shit. Her facial expression is unmoved throughout the entire thing. She jumps on every single contradiction and any time he says just a little too much.
She runs him in circles over and over again, and eventually, he shuts his mouth and refuses to speak.
Thea leaves after a few more minutes of wheedling and thinly veiled threats. Katelyn comes in after, and the guy almost laughs.
Thea had been wearing practical clothes; dark colours, sharp lines, easy to move in and armoured. No nonsense. Professional. This girl walks in wearing ridiculously high heels and club clothes, longe blonde hair drawn back in messy pigtails, bright smudged makeup, and fake nails to complete the look.
"I guess you're supposed to be the good cop then, sweetheart?" It's snarky and sarcastic, and he's still barely holding back laughter. Sending some puffed up princess to interrogate him. Jesus. The girl doesn't reply immediately, only walks over to where he's tied to the seat. She pulls a gun out of her pocket and slams it onto the table. Tilts her head. There's blood on her collar, it doesn't look like hers. She smiles at him, just a little left of unhinged, sweet as honey and condescending as a motherfucker, "No."
