Arizona sighed as she truly hoped that Abbendale would be completely forthcoming. Yet, she was lying, and quite badly at that. "Miss Abbendale. We know you were hanging out at the edge of the Typhoon. Our Sensors monitored you as we were crossing its breadth underneath the waves. You kept a constantly distance of 15km outside the Storm. Please, Don't lie to me. Just tell us what you were doing? I don't care what it was, so long as it has nothing to do with that fleet that we just engaged. Bear in mind, they were firing at you too." Arizona stated as she started to harden her gaze at the Supply Ship Mental model. Should she try, and run, She would find that she was "Tied" to that chair. A part of the reason why Arizona brought her Here.