Meya rolls her eyes. Looking at him. "I'm not worth your time?! If you don't have the balls to stand up for yourself you are not worth my time." she hisses violently. "I am not a popo like your fucked up lifestyle. I am what I am by force. So don't make the mistake of thinking I trust you." she says so only he would hear. She whirled and whiplashed him with his tail. "Fucking money bags!" She yells angrily. Then smirks. Her psychic powers told her this man was talking shit out his ass. She walks over to the lawyer. "Hello again Money Bags...do you always got to take my cases?" she purrs out almost giggly. She hops onto the interrogation table. "Perhaps you need to check your facts lawyer man...there are no charges against me. He just dropped them. You know I know things you could only ever imagine." she jumps up and flips over the lawyers head. Looking at Chris. "Fuck you Chris! I am not your partner! I will never be! You think I will trust you popo?! Do you?! I will not! Popo like you are why I am in this fucking gig! I much prefer my old lifestyle. At least then you know the people who are going to stab you in the back will be the ones to do so." She punches him angrily. "Stay out of my way goody two shoes. I know I am not pretty! I know I am not attractive or sexy to fucking cops like yourself! So keep your fucking opinions of  me to yourself." She had pain in her words. "Oh screw you!" She runs out with tears in her eyes. Slamming the door and pushes the man who got in her way out of it.