[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Zoie's Farm
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	There was a growing sense of impending doom that was coming over Mali. It started in the bottom of her stomach and ended somewhere in the depths of Hell. Not only was there the obvious bummers of the barn burning down and the increasing certainty of Marc's disappearance, but now she had to deal with the police for an event that she had no hand in with whatsoever. Again. But this time she had a healthy scoop of paranoia about any and all authority figures, not just from the fact that they had fled a crime scene just the night before, but also that she was still certain that any of them could be linked to Juno. But with this line of questioning she had an advantage.

	[color=D5FF00]"I think this farm is owned by Zoie, but I can't be sure. I've only known the other two here for a bit. Few weeks at most. No idea when the fire started. I was driving over here and saw the smoke in the distance. I don't know if anyone was home, but their friend Marc might have been around when it happened. I don't know who owns the limo. For all I know it's a rental."[/color] Being the relative stranger she was, she could just answer all the questions honestly. She really didn't know the answers to all the questions. At least not definitively. In the back of her mind she couldn't help but worry that Relic and Zoie might be in some degree of danger, what with everyone being separated. She knew that they did this so that none of them could influence the others' answers, but she didn't have the most rational mindset at the moment.