Jewel turned in time to see his eyes on her outfit. "Domino gave it to me. I can't afford to pay the rent on my shitty house on the amount they pay me." She said with a huff. "A present for something a long time ago. Classified information yo." She said simply. Crossing her arms across her chest. "Dude...you need new threads...you look like a walking sign for the fed popo." She said with a smirk. "You could be so hot in different clothes." She raised her arms to her shoulders and moved them out in a what can you do. "Oh well...good guys don't know how to cut loose anywho." She said with an impish smile. "Domino gave me this outfit. He gave me a few others. Kinda flashy for my likes but he a good compradre. Be bad to insult him so eh...I take em. I wear em. Not like I have much option to do otherwise." She said.<br/><br/>Turning her back to him. Surveying the room as she began transitioning into good cop. She turned back around to see him sitting in the chair. "Ha! I don't need a good influence. I know I am not one of YOU. I don't even want to be. I didn't have a choice. Something I did in self defense was used against me and the judge said it was this or six feet under. So here I am. You guys are NOT my kind. You guys make sure I KNOW I am not one of your own." She said. Rolling her eyes and resumed looking around. "Heh...your definition of good influence needs checking old man. I am so far from a good influence that it isn't even funny." She said. She began tapping on the security panel. Putting her ear towards it and listening.<br/><br/>Looking at her and narrowed her eyes. Smirking a bit. "Right. Right. I'll believe it when I see it. I know your kind...all you see is a life long perp." She said with a sardonic tone. She stood up and frowned. Moving around the room again and investigating it. Dammit. No shadows. She couldn't just teleport out of here. "Funny...you want to make it work...I don't. You a goody two shoes and wouldn't last two minutes in my shoes." She said without any hint of venom. She was studying her surroundings. She stopped and looked at him.<br/><br/>"Fat man (director) said he was going to give you the low down of my criminal history. All three filing cabinets full. Then Fat man (director) said he was going to debrief you. He also said he was going to tell you what I did so that you could "fix" the situation so it didn't happen again. If your Fat Man did not follow through that is not my problem. You wanna know ask the fat man." She said simply. She called him that because he was a fat dude who weight over two hundred and ninety pounds and was balding. "Heh...stupid man...my being here pisses everyone off. This was just the icing on the cake piss off."<br/><br/>Her eyes scanning as she began to climb the shelves and flip up onto the top of it. Crawling over the long shelves and tapping at the wall. "Yeah. Mark Devont. Son of the Russian Mafia off branch called Domin Ra. I played good cop bad cop. He wasn't responsive to good cop...so...played bad cop. Bad cop dealt with him how men like him need to be dealt with. On their level. An eye for an eye. I got the information and didn't really hurt him all that much...so really don't see what the big deal is. He isn't even one of my kind. He an outsider. So I have a feeling moment Mark Devont is let go he gonna have an immediate bullseye on him. The peeps in this city and nearby don't like foreigners coming and trying to take over." She said nonchalantly. To her it was every day thing.<br/><br/>"So...they gonna pop a cap in his ass. Bang. Problem solved. No connections go back to the mainland mobs. It'll be done assassination style. Like with Abraham Lincoln." She smirked a bit. "In any case the information is good. Fat Man just pissy probably because he been trying for over a week to get this information. Then the guy has one good cop bad cop session with me and he spills it all." She scoffed a bit. "One minute Fat man is saying that I'm an asset and the next I hear him calling me ghetto trash from the gangbanger hood. So what if that is facts...I'm one of the best of my kind. One of the worst of the worst. You want the facts you gotta think like them. Oh well...he'll probably go into some rule."<br/><br/>She sat on the shelf and looked down at him. "I've bent rules really far and not really sure how it was I broke one of those oh so sacred rules...but meh...I apparently did. What the fuck ever. They aren't MY rule book. They yours." She went back to what she was doing. An audible clinking sound as she found the brick she was searching for. "Eureka." She said with a grin. Her eyes glowing and the brick flew out of its place. She reached inside and pulled out the escape keys that she had hid here. She put the brick back and jumped down. Landing on her feet. "I roughed him up...some. I guess. Scared the hell out of the big bad mafia prince. Big deal." She pushed the keys in and turned the lock. "Oh yeah...peace out yo." She threw open the door and rushed out of the room.<br/><br/>She was out of here. She didn't need him. Besides...it was already into over time she didn't even get paid for! She was out the front door and only then did she slow down.