Shira was pretty sure she knew where they were going, and given their escorts didn't bother masking their vision or take any confusing detours, it probably wasn't meant to be a secret. It was a basic holding area for the security forces, one that she knew the location of - in fact, she had been working for the infrastructure team when this facility went through renovations and upgrades. As they were led down an empty hallway lined with doors, Shira glanced back at Kaz and the following guard. Both of them wore the exact same expression: utterly blank, giving nothing away. From her peripherals, she noted the agent carrying the evidence case beside her was the same. It was probably safe to assume Agent Russel and his flanking guard were the same. Shira, on the other hand, wore an expression of boredom and disdain, and fought off the urge to roll her eyes. Most of it was just to stave off her nervousness, but it was also how she felt. The cloak and dagger theatrics just felt like a waste of time, but she understood the basics. They wanted to be in their territory, so that there was no question who was in charge. They needed the environs to be as bare and lifeless as possible, so that the person of interest would sit and stew instead of become engaged in anything other than the questions being asked. Shira respected Kaz for being as stoic as he was.<br/><br/>They stopped in front of what seemed like an arbitrary door, and Kaz was escorted in. Shira was not instructed to follow, but was instead led down the hall a few more doors, before being stopped in front of another one that just looked the same. The door was opened, she was sent in, and the door was closed behind her, an armed guard stepping in with her. The room was a basic box, a table in the middle, with four chairs surrounding it. There was a mirror on the wall, which Shira knew to be a transparent glass from the other side. There was a camera in each corner, but it gave her no real assurance - if anything happened to her in the room, the feed would just be doctored. It was for their benefit exclusively, there was no assurance of security. Someone already stood in the room, a woman, of above average height, wearing a plain black and white business suit, same as the agents from earlier. She had tan skin, dark brown hair, and had a tablet in her hand. Her face was blank, and had no real discerning features. She might've been pretty, but her demeanor immediately shut down any evaluations of that sort.<br/><br/>"We'll require you to take your artificial arm off, for the time being. Security reasons, you understand." The agent's voice was firm, and very plain, as if Shira should have expected to only have one arm for this interrogation.<br/><br/>"You want me to - I'm going to need to strip down, right here, in front of the camera?" Shira was being needlessly obstinate, she knew. There wasn't much point in protesting, the arm would come off whether she liked it or not. Modifying cybernetics to act as weaponry was strictly illegal, and there was a whole host of regulations of what constituted a weapons modification and what didn't. Limbs were a common target for this sort of thing, and none of Shira's other cybernetics would work for any sort of black market weapons mods, save her arm. So all she could do was shoot the agent a nasty glare as Shira took off her coat, unbuttoned her blouse, and slid her left arm out of her sleeves, trying to keep at least some modesty. She grabbed the metal shoulder, twisted, and the joint popped. A jolt of pain ran through her spine, but it quickly subsided, and the arm was off. The armed guard took it from her, placed it on the table, then moved to stand a few feet away. As Shira buttoned up her blouse again and slid on her shirt, the agent wordlessly motioned towards an empty chair, facing the glass. Shira sat down, her now-empty sleeves flapping ineffectually. The agent sat across the table, her posture straight and unassuming. Shira simply matched the agent's posture, feeling that it was probably the best way to go into this.<br/><br/>"Please state your name, age, employment, and title." It was a routine question - they had that info on file, but this was just a formality.<br/><br/>"Dr. Shirazah Brigandy, age 23, employed by Lyceum Corp as an aerospace engineer and technician." Shira answered the question as clearly as she could, keeping her voice level. Best to just stay calm and answer the questions, even if the loss of her arm had put her on edge.<br/><br/>"Please recount any events - from this morning and otherwise - regarding and surrounding the discovery of the metal debris." The agent looked Shira right in the eyes, and Shira did her best to look back.<br/><br/>"This morning, as I was on my way to my office, I stopped and talked with Kaz Markin, who was doing maintenance on his mech in the hangar. He handed be the metal debris, saying he found it on his mech itself. We both assumed it must have gotten there during the previous day's meteor storm during an experimental drive test, as it had not shown up during previous checkups." Shira wasn't sure if she was giving them too much, or not enough. Did this agent need to know any theories as to where the fragment had come from, or was it just needless info? "I then took possession of it, and went to my office, where I placed it in a vacuum-sealed case. I immediately sent a communication to Lyceum's engineering directors, Pioneer Security, Astronomy, and Central Intelligence. All were done using the standard channels, and routed through a few contacts, which were also mentioned in the message itself. Then, I went to work on my other tasks for the day, until my lunch break where I saw a message from Internal Affairs that they needed to speak with me. At which point, I waited with Markin for the agents, to whom I handed over the case with the debris. I was then escorted here, and now I'm in this room."<br/><br/>Shira knew mentioning the contacts she had sent the info to wouldn't be a problem - a few of them were associated with internal affairs themselves, and now that she thought about it, they'd probably been the ones to let any higher-ups know. Shira privately hoped they had at least vouched for her in some way.<br/><br/>"I see. A few more questions, then." The agent seemed to poke at her tablet a bit, and then launched into a long battery of questions that lasted far too long for Shira. She was grilled on the events of the test the day before, any findings, reports from her team, the specifics of the tasks that day, down to even the most innocuous, miscellaneous thing. Shira was wondering if this was even a good investigation, or if the agent was just trying to wear her down. And her stomach was rumbling all the while.