Arizona remained calm, and listened to Abbey's response to her first question. She didn't give any outward sign of whether or not she believed the Tanker, though she did register the emotion that hung upon Abbey's words at the end. Arizona could sympathize with Abbey's emotional state on that matter, but it could just as easily be a ploy to illicit a sympathetic response From Arizona, or the others. Arizona took another sip of her lemonade. Letting the sweet-Tart flavor swish around in her mouth a moment before she swallowed, and leaned forward. her large breasts coming to rest on the table. "Please forgive the suspicion, and I will admit that the evidence is circumstantial, at best. However, the situation does require investigating cause my Fleet was attacked. I'm simply wanting to make sure you had no part of the attacking force. So please, bear with me a little longer, Miss Abbendale." Arizona stated. Still keeping a calm, and yet relaxed demeanor. "If you are not with that Fleet, then why were you simply loitering on the periphery of a Typhoon?" She asked.