The investigator frowned as Thomas delivered his list of concerns. He needed to be brought up to speed slowly, he'd made it clear. "Arcartus, and Arcartus. I used a key to one of the outer doors, broke locks where I needed to," she reached behind her, producing a key identical to the one issued to the council for emergency access from her bag and tossing it onto the table. "And I am here to investigate the death of Lexine Tristan, which raised claims against me and my contemporaries." She finished her laundry list, and her voice sank from deadpan back to the dark tone she usually spoke with. Whatever he said about not wanting to hurt her, she hadn't lived so long buying off on talk like that. She too heard the knights coming a long ways off. She had to have more trust for Thomas than immediately assuming that he was only buying time, but ultimately it would be inconsequential how many knights were in the room. "Your post sent word of the death days ago," she said, "And since I've arrived in Mullen, the capital guard has been trying to interfere. I'm not here needlessly. The only option was to go to you."