Elizabeth jumped to attention, wide eyed and backed against the table.

"Uh-um, excuse me. You're talking to a federal agent, and who might you be?" She says, flinching between her words at the barks and growls of the dogs as much as the dealer was.

"And by the way, this perp is part of a federal investigation, our jurisdiction supersedes NYPD m'am, so he's technically MY person now." Regaining composure and trying to take charge of the conversation while simultaneously inching towards the doorway to call for help.

"Yeah, I'm her person now!" The dealer agrees to save his own ass.

"Excuse me! There's a woman here interrupting my investigation!" She tries to call out down the hallway, even though most of them probably know exactly what's going on. "Who are you again?"