<strong>Name:</strong>Rihanna<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Ganger Juve (Currently Informant)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/>"Witches? Nah... no.. no ma'am... no witches that I know of." She'd say quickly her voice cracking and squeaking, still stuttering and stumbling over her words, correcting herself and trying to be polite in her speech which... was clearly something she rarely bothered with in her day to day life. Nervously running her fingers through her curly pink and purple swirled hair as she'd chew on her lip, eventually forcefully placing her hands over her lap and folding them as she'd swallow deeply.<br/>"Aww...man this is way over my head..." She'd say as she'd rub the back of her neck, looking up at the ceiling as she'd take in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Rihanna would frown as she'd adjust her vest and push her legs tightly together, unthinkingly forcing herself to stand up straighter even if her go-go boots were turning in towards one another and she could still feel her legs shaking.<br/>"I think, uh, Sister Margaret wants us to go and find this guy, and make sure what happened to Acclia doesn't happen to him... If that's what she wants I can see about talking to some of my contacts... Maybe... we can have a description of this guy? Maybe a pict or a drawing?" She'd say glancing at the girl and barely containing a cringe as she'd take in a deep breath, before glancing to Scragg with a worried look.<br/>"Maybe... you should sit down... or have a drink?" She'd say quietly as she'd try to sigh through a jaw that just wouldn't quite unclench out of sheer nerves.