Duko had a facial expression similar to a deer caught in headlights.<span style="font-style: italic">How in the hell did she figure out what I was thinking!? Ooh.. so this must be part of her talent that no one really knows about... </span><br/><br/>"I believe I have a little bit of information about you I can negotiate with." He crossed his arms slowly, leaning back against the wall with one foot planted on it. "But if it is said in here, who knows what somebody could be doing in the recording room as we speak. I would rather you stay on the force and serve your time here, than some place that's not so friendly." He took his hand that was higher in the crossing to casually run it through his hair, looking at her forehead.<span style="font-style: italic">"I know you can understand me"</span><br/><br/>A simple nod is all he needed to give her. "I can definitely see why you excel here as an agent and an interrogator. You seem to know exactly what to say to set someone off. Hell, you almost set me off, but I happened to remember I have a career that I need to keep me sheltered, fed, and clothed. By the way, Hellen Waite isn't an actual person. Just a name that I use when someone is high strung to give them something to think about for a second."<br/><br/>Duko sat down on the the seat that was usually reserved for the suspect being interrogated. "So, Agent Meya, is there anything else you would like to discuss with me?"