Name: Rihanna<br/>Position: Ganger Juve (Currently Informant)<br/>Location: Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/>Case File: All<br/>Investigators: All<br/><br/>Rihanna would grab for Scragg’s shirt as he bolted, trying to stop him from doing what she considered was putting himself at an unnecessary risk. She’d put her hands over her mouth in a silent scream as she would begin to process what was going on. Her entire body was shaking as she’d step back from the one way mirror.<br/><br/>“Fething shit… oh fething shit… what in the warp is she doing? Why is she doing that?” Her tirade would begin and quickly descend into unintelligible near-tears terrified babbling as she’d grip her own face tightly as she’d start to hyperventilate.<br/>Rihanna, whom in her life had never even seen a figure of authority greater than an Arbite had only heard fevered whispers and horror stories of those who meted out the emperor’s justice on the scale greater than the streets and gutters she had spent her life in. Her eyes would go wide at the mere sight of them, unable to breathe or think for a moment, her knees buckling and her back going completely straight as every hair on the back of her neck would stand up.<br/><br/>Scragg would be just about the only reason that she didn’t flee or hide herself in the corner. Finding herself only able to watch in silent horror. It seemed that even a ganger likely so far removed from the world of the law abiding citizen knew her place, putting her hands over her chest in the sign of the Aquila and lowering her head even as she struggled to keep her knees from buckling out of sheer fright.<br/>