Meya looked up as he entered. Hissing in a clearly pissed off cat like way. He glares at him. "No. I am not here under crime investigation. I am here waiting on this stupid partner I am being forced to have." she says in utter defience. Glaring at him in a -I dare you to talk to me like you are better than me- sort of way. Her eyes narrowed after flashing a yellowish green and getting cats eyed. They return to normal. Looking at him. "I prefer standing. What brings you here? You a hostage situation popo or a street popo or the Feds Popo." she says mockingly. She was here because it was this or death. She spent the past three years playing cop. Playing as they still treated her like an outsider. Which was just fine with her. She hated them all. She had the connections they only wished they had. She had moles within the moles network. She knew the criminal network inside and out. She also could get more crooks to spill their guts, without violence, than anyone from the goody two shoes side ever could. Which is why she was their good cop,bad cop. Bipolar didn't even begin to cover it.