Meya looks at his expression. A smirk crossed her features and she hid it quickly. He looked like a deer that got caught in the headlights of a car. It was hard to keep from giggling or laughing. She could hear the loudly projected thoughts. She made no indication or sign that she had heard them. She smirks a bit. "You have nothing on me that isn't already known. Nice try." she says darkly. "You see...I have not lied about things I've done. In fact the judge made sure to inform everyone my records. Nice try cold shot."  She says with a smirk.<br/><br/>Rolling her eyes. "I am not afraid of your recording popo people. Screw them! Screw you! Screw the force!" She says sharply. Everything she had just said was well known by the entire force. Looking at him. "Criminals are far more trustworthy than the popo. Popo rarely follow through with things they say and do." she says. Watching her looking at her forehead. "What?! Do I have something on my forehead?" She demanded. Looking at him and smiles darkly. "Poor popo...you have nothing to negotiate with. Besides...that wasn't what I was meaning by negotiation. I was talking about negotiation."<br/><br/>She says this as sweetly as possible in her bad cop mode that she can. Looking at her companion in this interrogation room. "Really? What do you see? Do tell? What are you meaning? I am the worst agent ever or so fat man always tells me." She says acidicly. "You popo need to make up your damn mind. Either I am a good agent or I am a bad one. It can't be both!" She says sharply. Looking at him and rolls her eyes.<br/><br/>"Whatever. You. Say." She says. Sounding out each word like he was dumb. Looking at him. Scrunching her face up cutely. "Actually she is. She works the night shift." She says pointedly. "There really is an agent by that name. She goes by her middle name of Sophia." Looking at him and shakes her head. "Set people off...I just keepin it real popo." Okay so maybe he was right on the knowing what to say to piss someone off. "If they aren't guilty then the reaction won't be as powerful as someone who is guilty." She says simply. "Besides...I know the peeps. I know how they think. I know how they act. I know how they bluff. I know far more than any popo would ever and could ever know." She says with a slight smirk.<br/><br/>Her tail twitches a bit and a slight purr she was letting out. "Hellen Sophia Waite...real person. You just have never met the bitch." She says bluntly. Rolling her eyes. "Make sure you learn your fellow agents before you toss around names." She says in fake sweetness.<br/><br/>Watching him sit down in the chair next to where her legs dangled over. She pulled them up and crossed her legs over each other. Listening to him. "Yes. Since you won't be chased off and refuse to budge on the idiocy of following what you were picked to do...we are going to negotiate some terms. I am going to lay down my rules. You can toss in a few yourself. I won't guarentee to follow them." She pauses a moment. "First off...you aren't to follow me home...ever. If you value your life you will listen to this rule." She looks at him. "Second...you will call me Meya not Agent Meya. Other wise I will call you many less than polite names non stop." She looks at him. Bending forwards to look him in the eyes. "If you want out of here any time soon...you will agree to rule one and rule two. This room has a bathroom in it without any windows with which to use to escape."<br/><br/>She looks at him. "I will help you out of here BUT you have to treat me like an equal. I can go a very long time without food and water...can you?"