She was slightly surprised to see Thomas still standing in the room with her. The revelation did not however raise her estimations of the man. In fact, he had gone and made her night much more complicated because he felt entitled to answers. Understandable, commendable probably, if she wasn't still on edge about what was going on outside. She took a seat, surrendering the high ground and letting her interrogator feel at home. Something he would no doubt recognize but she really wasn't about to start going round in circles about who was playing who. Their information excursion had become bothersome quickly, and from where she sat Thomas seemed content to treat it as an interrogation. She didn't suspect that either of them had that kind of time, judging solely by the absence of her colleagues. He had asked for basic intentions. That was doable. She had agreed to speak in transparency in order to go about her business, although until then she thought it wouldn't be honored. "I am going to take into custody a fugitive known to be sheltered in this country. My personal desires are the preservation of life through clandestine resolution of my goals. My actions are illegal, unsanctioned by and untied to any state known to exist." She spoke blandly, reading down the list of appropriate information from some textbook in her mind and slowly looking around the room. Her dull, green eyes slowly settled on Thomas, staring through the man and wondering where either of their breaking points would be and what exactly the man sought to gain.