Her willingness to be proper seems to disappoint, and soon enough she's on her way to a mostly private interrogation room.<br/><br/>"Fucking polits," the girl spits once the two of them are out of earshot.  "Sure you want to help them out?  They're worse than the boss.  He, at least, admits that he's a crook."<br/><br/>Finding a secure room is easy enough: word has gotten around of one in particular that's used by the politicals whenever they want something done off the record.  There are two armed guards at the door, but she knows both of them and they don't try to stop her when she drags the girl inside.