Elle glances at the girl trying to stop her, clearly agitated. Not get violent? That was the only way she’d survived for so long. Violence. She addresses the girl, but keeps her eyes on the maiden. [color=red] “This bishi (bitch in Western African) knew a detail about a conversation I had earlier today. A conversation she [i]wasn’t a part of.[/i] The hell do you suggest if we don’t interrogate her?”[/color] Her voice is cold, almost primal with rage.