Meya did not consider herself attractive on any level. She was put down so much for not being a good girl by the agents...she slightly believed them. She was not the type of girl who was into how she did or did not look to other people. She kicked her feet just a tiny bit. Considering they were slightly hovering above her lap she didn't kick too much. Nodding her head and a slight smile crossed her cheeks. "Good boy...er...man." She says. Not used to acknowledging the fact the popo aka other fbi agents who were male as men. They acted like children so that is how she thought of them...as children.<br/><br/>She grinned a bit more. "Good." she says. Looking at him. Shaking her head. "Strange policies you popo have." She says truthfully. Looking at her "partner" with such a strange look on her face. He thought her an equal? That was... that was... that was unheard of! She eyes him suspiciously. "Feh...I may have to at least make it look like I am fighting you." She counters. Looking around then back at him. "I didn't make a mistake. I did it to keep the suspect from jumping town." She says bluntly. "We negotiated. He would tell me what he knew. I would give him a ride to the nearby safe house. I did that." she says quite seriously. "It was a fucking motorcycle ride. He wouldn't trust any of you popo!" She says seriously.<br/><br/>Looking away a bit and nodded her head. "Yeah. Despite the fat man arguing and fighting me the entire time. I won't apologize for doing what I believed right." She says bluntly. Leaning back a bit and purrs. Her tail tickling his nose lightly.