<span style="font-family:Cairo">If Tony hadn’t been who he was, he would’ve considered the first comment he heard to be rather rude and bold of Amadan to say. However, in his particular situation, he was able to override to apparent boldness of the statement and pinpoint it as more of an annoyance than anything else. That thought was confirmed by <i>nearly</i> everything else the man said after he took a seat. There were a few things that seemed to try and displace that thought though too.<br/>
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There was the attitude in his correction of Tony’s use of the term discussion that the officer mentally cringed at.<br/>
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Then there were the two instances where the man slipped into Spanish. Tony’s gaze briefly flickered over to the interpreter who still remained in the room, seated next to Amadan, and he shook his head in silent communication that he did not need translations in this particular instance. The meaning was clear enough and the words were close enough to their English counterparts. To ask her for an interpretation almost seemed as though it would make Tony himself look stupid and currently, his goal was to seem more competent than the two he had just sent out.<br/>
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After nodding briefly to all of Amadan’s statements, Tony’s eyes drifted back to the file. Part of him was honestly wondering what had brought this man in here and he too wanted to know what was running through the heads of the two other idiots. But that wasn’t something he could say in an interrogation room and neither was it something his boss would likely want to hear then and there. It left him with very few options on how to proceed and he spent the next moment or two flipping through the file and making a few more observations to give himself time to think.<br/>
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In the end, the best way to approach the situation seemed to involve starting with alibis and going from there. Getting around the question of a lawyer could pose a problem, but perhaps if he was more… courteous… than the others, that would help the situation. He closed the folder but left it on the table as he stood up again and said curtly, “I’ll be right back.” Yes, it probably wasn’t the best that he didn’t explain that he was actually going to get the suspect something to drink, but Tony was one to favor promptness over details. There was technically still an officer in the room with him, anyway, so there really was nothing wrong with it. The interpreter, although newer to the staff, was capable.<br/>
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Stepping out of the room, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, making some of it stand oddly but not in a terrible manner either. Something was odd about this whole situation and he could feel it. Simultaneously, he couldn’t bring up a complaint on a feeling no matter who or what he was. That combined with the fact that he truly had not been anticipating any interrogations today was putting him on edge more than he liked and he spent the time walking to the little ice machine near the fridge. He grabbed two glasses, one for himself and one for his suspect and then he made his way back to the room and opened the door once more.<br/>
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Tony hadn’t been gone more than a few minutes and as he took a seat again, he offered the glass to Amadan by setting it on the table in front of him. “I hope water’s alright. If you would be so kind, I do have a few questions I need to ask so that I can try to fix this. If I have to call a lawyer for you, you’ll be here longer than necessary and I’d rather not do that.” Tony paused there, letting that first thought sink in and hoping that it would have an effect.<br/>
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“Where were you two nights ago, on Tuesday, September 27th, between 10pm and 1am Wednesday morning?” The first question was out there and the choice was Amadan’s on whether to answer it or not. It would go a long way in helping Tony to figure out what was surrounding this whole situation, though.</span>