Alivia cursed within her mind. They had gotten to him first, so she couldn't just waltz in and kill the man. As long as they meddled, she couldn't get her justice the way she wanted. Of course, she could always just kill him anyway, but her organization was far too important to her. They were family and while Alivia craved justice for Grandma Reed, it didn't consume her enough to be a complete idiot for it. Ignoring his attempt at humor, had they met under any other circumstances she would have continued their banter and enjoyed it, Alivia crossed her arms, armor clinking. "Let's not pretend like you don't know what I am." Alivia wasn't in the mood for pleasentries. "I'm here to question him about the murder of Grandma Reed."<br/><br/>Alivia started peering about the place, herself, looking for anything that might link him to the murder. "Frankly, this is Red Cloak business and you Woodsmen need to keep your nose out of it." Her voice sounded level, as if she were making small talk, but her eyebrows were furrowed, casting her brown eyes in shadow. "We don't need any outsiders poking around..." Alicia's voice trailed off as she looked through the cracks of a shudder, spotting the back of a young man. That had to be him. That had to be Wolf.<br/><br/>Alivia tensed, both hands going to her sword at her hip and she grabbed the hilt. Had she not been wearing gloves, the Woodsman would have seen her knuckles turn white. Fire pulsed through her veins as a surge of anger brought her blood vessels to the surface causing her face to flush. Her visioned narrowed as Alivia honed in on him.<br/>"That's him.. " As if her words brought her out of her trance, the woman let out a sigh and shook herself. She didn't want to do this the wrong way. The last thing she needed was to cause even more tension between her faction and the Woodsman. "I think I'll wait..until you're finished." Alicia's voice was still distant as she continued to peer through the shudders at the room the young man had left.