As he spoke, her eyes narrowed, dropping, staring at the floor just past his silhouette as she reverted back to her thoughts. It all seemed very much desirable, but she sat in await of the 'but' that was surely to follow. He was right on several fronts; working under Gonzales was the worst possible scenario. She'd always been the better detective, certainly the more devoted, but he worked his advantages as he should've. Where Marion fell under the wagon at saying all the right things and working the political factor, Gonzales seemed to pull himself together when it came down to the bottom line.<em>He's a scumbag, a total boil on the ass of police department, but he knows how to play the field.</em><br/><br/>It was no surprise that immediately after Eric laid his intentions out on the table, she was immediately prone to being suspect. She folded her hands over the table, a pose reminiscent of those caught on tape of her sitting across an interrogation table from a murder suspect, grilling them relentlessly for the truth. "You want to help me, you want to give me information...at what cost? This certainly isn't just about who you'd prefer to work with, as we so learned yesterday. So on with it, your demands?"