Elise looked up as the officer came in. Demanding attention immediately; perhaps he thought this would help with the interrogation. Mostly as a point of pride, Elise did her best to remain unaffected by this and any other attempt at intimidation that might take place. While she knew that complying was the fastest way to get this over with, her immediate and, right now, more powerful instinct was to spite and rail against any attempt to intimidate or control her. And though that might not be immediately useful to her, it was a core element of her nature, and no amount of logic could outmatch that.

Elise watched the officer for just a moment too long, making sure he detected at least a hint of violence in her eyes, before she turned and walked into interrogation room 3-A. She pulled her chair out and sat down, stretching her legs out and crossing her ankles with a relaxed grin as she watched her interrogator, unblinking.

Elise waited several seconds before moving again.

Still making sure not to break eye contact, Elise then leaned forward, pulling her chair in, and placed her hands on the table (as she had been told), interlacing her fingers slowly and calmly, only leaving a slight but visible tenseness in her hands, which with her eyes furthered the impression of mental instability that she gave off.

Then, she simply said [color=Crimson]"Shall we?"[/color]