Aqua was glad the young angel took the hint. Maybe she would offer her name after exchanging information with Maliyov. But her contentment soon dissolved into disbelief as she watched Milo run into the interrogation room. There was the shock from his sudden movement, then confusion, and finally anger started bubbling.

	There was something off about this new guy, with all his nervous fluttering and whatnot, but she was not expecting this outrageous behavior at all. Her fist was clenched and her veins popping, but she did nothing. Not yet. As much as she would like to storm in, it wasn't the best course of action. She knew had a bit of a temper issue, and had learned to put a damper on it. She opted to wait by the door, leaning against the wall. At least the rooms were all under surveillance and he wasn't foolish enough to try and harm the suspect with an office full of police nearby. 

	It wasn't long before Milo finally came out.

	She huffed a reply to Maliyov, "[color=7ea7d8]Ya don't say.[/color]"
	
	Now, she decided, it was fine to unleash her anger. Fuming, she grabbed Milo by the arm, excusing them curtly to her colleague "[color=7ea7d8]If you'll excuse us, I need to have a word with him.[/color]" She dragged the angel to the nearest room, an interrogation room to be exact, which she knew to be empty. Before opening the door, she added, "[color=7ea7d8]You might want to check on our suspect. Just in case.[/color]" Then, she entered the door and slammed the door behind them, trapping the angel in the corner in the process.

	She slammed the wall behind the angel. She may not be tall but her rage made her seem over 7ft. "[color=7ea7d8]You better know that that is not something we do. And clearly, you know more than us despite getting no debriefing. I don't know how, but I can tell you're involved in this. You better start talking, or we'll have to treat you like a suspect. Whatever you said something about diplomacy issues, I don't give a rat's ass about that. The only thing I care about is getting this case solved.[/color]" Her words flurried out like a Gatling gun, threatening the young man in what might as well be called a growl. She stared intently at his face, looking for signs that may betray him.