“…Bleed you dry.” The station seeming to be a hive of activity for reasons through which the blonde belle could not exactly approve of as she approached one of the interview rooms, Anika Adler spoke coldly and callously as she caught a trio of entirely too lax footmen seeming to take turns peeking through a window at the figure within, and did so with the customary scowl to which so many would have become accustomed to this point.
“Which… Is a proposition that I'd be tempted to see explored, assuming you privates have nothing better to do than gawk at our 'guest'…?” The bespectacled boscosi never one to indulge fools or those who neglected their duty either for that matter and in this case her subordinates apparently able to achieve both strikes against their person, all that she could do was snarl in an icy tone as she reminded them that there was always a boot or latrine to be polished if they found themselves slack, and look toward them with a sharpness which might just have cut right through the lenses over her lilac eyes if given the opportunity.
Disgraceful… As such feeling at least a note of satisfaction in seeing them squirm and scatter to escape her wrath when they realised that they had been caught out as the flaxen fox began to take her fledgling steps as a Fiorian investigator, the gaze of the girl seemed to linger upon the shapes of the would be ne'er do wells until they disappeared into rooms and corridors, before turning her attention toward the matter at hand.
“Apologies for keeping you waiting, Miss…? That's strange, we don't seem to have a surname on file for you?” Opening the door which they had been leering through and calling forth a screen to refresh her on the details of the figure to whom she was now expected to speak, the rookie detective remained poised as she paused and noted the rather scant amount of information which they currently had on her subject, and turned her eyes toward her for that reason with her brow arched, but not for long…