<div style="text-align: center">January went through the motions just as the FBI requested, though she made sure to give the receptionist a sickening side-eye as the bubble gate opened up to reveal a rather perky looking brunette. Her gaze went solely to the cheerful looking girl, blinking once slowly as Agent Dortmund flipped her hair. A hesitant smile took her own lips in response, and like the cute brunette, she kept her smile visible at all times. January hid her tiredness and exhaustion from the previous night very well. In fact, she was sure that her calm demeanor would help in this situation, but she hoped her video footage would be enough to convince them of what was going on.<br/>
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As they walked, January noted the emergency exit and the clever department name. She even found herself almost wanting to laugh, but why expend the energy. She carefully studies the rest of her environment, nearly rolling her eyes at the man playing on his smartphone. <i>There are real life aliens out here and you're on your damn phone. No wonder everyone's so oblivious. </i>For some reason seeing the laziness of the male employee made her angry. Maybe Emily could have been saved, but they would never know now.<br/>
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January folded her arms underneath her chest, waiting patiently with Agent Dortmund. She looked up at the ceiling, then back to the door with her eyebrows narrowed when a female voice was heard on the other side of the door. The door was opened for January, and she paused before stepping inside. January narrowed her eyes at the silhouette of a woman who couldn't even be bothered to say her last name. <i>Silverbutt. New, but a little on the lazy side. </i>She thought, as she planted her perfectly round ass on the woman's chair. <i>You would only be so lucky. </i>Apparently the Silverbutt comment struck a nerve with January. She ignored Agent Riley's speech and continued thinking of witty comebacks <i>just </i>in case anyone decided to mess up her name again. Fortunately for Agent Riley, January couldn't resist the microphone when the spotlight was on her.<br/>
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However, this was one of the rare occasions that January didnt come fully prepared with a speech. Something about how she had been treated by the FBI receptionist and the familiarity of Riley's voice made her reluctant to even open her mouth. She knew that Agent Riley's voice sounded familiar. Maybe from some TV show, or movie, but January cut out the worst of what she witnessed last night, and never looked back to fully observe her memories, or the faces she saw. All she could think about was Emily, who once more gave her the strength to discuss the reason for her presence in the first place. January sits up straight, her perfectly manicured nails digging gently into the wooden arm rests on the chair. All of a sudden it got very hot, and her cheeks turned red. Had being called Silverbutt really knocked her down so much, or was it the shadow of a woman that frightened her into silence?<br/>
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After ten seconds or so, January forced her lips apart and started to speak. "It was...around 3 this morning when I woke up to a very bizarre sound. It sounded like one of those... Well, I don't really know, now that I think about it." Clearly lacking sleep, January pauses and hears footsteps approaching. Agent Dortmund brought over a paper cone filled with water. January thanked the woman with a nervous smile, before taking a quick sip. That seemed to make everything better in the moment, and she continued on. "Anyway, I forgot to mention it, but I was at this abandoned diner. I got lost and stopped to rest when like I said, I was awoken by the noise. The lights are really what made me get up though. I grabbed my...um, pocket knife. Just in case, you know? So, I head around back and I see this helicopter, this ship, and people and...things getting out of their respective vehicles." She stops to take another sip of her water, this time much longer as she processes the fact that she just lied to the FBI.<br/>
 Something about the situation was unsettling, and she couldn't have them stealing the only piece of evidence she owned. She crumpled the paper up in her hands and held onto it, before continuing. "They had some weird like, cocoon and there was a girl inside. I saw her and you know, I thought she looked familiar, but I could not figure out from where. So, these things...or aliens, whatever you want to call them, restrain her and one of them... proceeds to assault her and then it just...it turned to dust. The alien, not the girl."<br/>
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"I finally remembered where I'd seen that girl when I heard her name on the radio this morning, and I just had to do something. I had to say something." January said, and was about to go on when Agent Riley's face was illuminated by the light. Seeing the familiar face caused all those memories at the diner to rush back to her, and she closed her eyes for longer than she should have. Finally, she opens them again to look at the woman, or possibly alien creature, and smiles. "I-I'm sorry. Talking about it again. It's just...so hard. You must be so shocked, hearing about all this after Emily was recently rescued." January was a great actress. She could convey sadness, concern, even empathy on the spot. Any great reporter could, but her talents were left to reporting high school football games and local festivals. It was her time shine.​</div>