Orders patience was dwindling in this conversation, this lunatic spoke to her as if she was the mastermind behind a work of art. But yet she uses the tactics of a child playing a game of speed chess. Making risky moves to scare her opponent into a sense of damage control from costly mistakes. Her subconscious made several chess boards appear about, that imitated moves that bait the queen into bad plays.

"You act like you understand this conflict but all you are doing is exacerbating a situation! Now that I have spoke to you, it is clear the wheels you have set in motion can not be undone, and the death toll is going to be far more than human or conduit had anticipated." She looks apologetic, "Myself included."Several boards began to show a check mate. "I am honestly at a loss for what lead you to think challenging the powers that be with terrorist tactics is the right course..?"

Order steps closer to Scorn beginning to emit light, in doing so increasing the shadow of her conversation partner. "You have trapped any who wish to lower the bloodshed into a position where they must join you or fight you" Her hand grasped the mini-vest of Scorn as she pulled her even closer. "Order does require blood. I just wish the one that set this in motion was not more blind than I."  She sighs as she relinquished her grasp "As much as I would find satisfaction in at least attempting to maim you, I feel the ramification of weakening your influence would be far more detrimental than pushing it through." 

Order for the sake of her point fired a beam of light at the general direction of the other two nearby conduits, not dangerous just enough to inform them that the pair was more than aware of their presence. "I am watching. And if I don't like what I see, I will burn away your shadows. I would ask you for more but standing out here exposed with your men so close, lets just say I really don't trust you. " She starts to levitate "We will be in touch." Not even waiting for a retort she beams off in direction of the vanguards. A cell number was left burned in the stone from where she left...(Yeah shes not gunna regret that later)

---"Migel"

The girls stern but rather blunt refusal made it Crystal clear. "Now now, lying to me is a federal offense. I had no intention of taking you back, afterall, its not like you have done much outside of serve drinks for some time." The man reclined in the chair, and as if on que the drink had been placed in-front of him. The barkeep wanted to come to the girls aid but the badge just sitting out like that, it was clearly a dare.

"You know I could make your life hell, and all of your friends lives hell. I have quite the file on you, and the potential that you may follow down the path of your sister." He grabs the rather plain drinking glass and sips at it before he continued. "Lets pretend you cooperate with me, and you tell me what you know about her. I give you a rather large sum of money, enough to finish off your car payments in addition those, while rather quaint credit card debts disappear."

The mans gaze acts inviting but his words, do not seem like those of a normal agent. Nor does his phone when he sets it on the table, if anything the phone is the most unsettling part. "Look Miss Drogoth,im not asking you to help me kill your sister or even get you arrested. All I want, is information. It would help my....Investigation out immensely if you would consider it."

He places a pure copper card on the table, it shines as if freshly mint and has his figure sculpted onto it....probably the most off putting aspect of the entire encounter.