Once getting to hear Tanis' soft confirmation, Sinead straightened her posture, not wanting to convey herself in any way that might give the officers a reason to fault her for any suspicions.<br/>Instead, she took a step away from her car, brushing her hands against her skirt, trying to gather that last bit of courage to see the interaction through. As soon as the officer had left her immediate proximity, the adrenaline surged, making her hands tremble if she didn't keep them occupied.<br/>It took a few slow, agonizing moments, but finally the officer returned, her folder in his hand.<br/>There was no doubt in Sinead's mind that he wanted nothing more than to bring her in to the station, a pent up aggression about his walk as he approached her.<br/>Seeing this, Sinead had tipped her chin upwards in a challenge. That, however, didn't stop her breath from leaving her lungs as he harshly pushed the folder into her chest.<br/>She lifted her hands to catch the folder, preventing it and the car key from falling to the ground. Sinead gritted her teeth at it, but didn't want to push her luck and remained silent despite the curses she wanted to scream at him.<br/>"You can leave," the officer bit at her, having already turned away from her when he spoke.<br/>Not needing him to repeat himself, Sinead was quick to seat herself, slamming the door behind her.<br/>"Bastard," she muttered, her composure finally slipping, carelessly tossing the folder to the back seat. Her movements were filled with pent up anger and anxiety, hands trembling as she turned the key in the ignition, wanting to get them away from the patrol car as quickly as possible. "Absolute bastards."