@shieldsagent- ( … ) all business with you, huh ? [ lenaya drawled, raising an eyebrow as she clocked the absence of even a flicker of humour on alyssa’s face. typical. why was everyone always so damned serious ? she let out a quiet sigh, exasperation dancing in her eyes as they flicked to the coffee sitting in front of the agent. the least alyssa could’ve done was bring her a drink too — though, she supposed, being interrogated didn’t usually come with refreshments. still, it was rude.
her fingers kept working, nimble and practiced, subtly picking at the small lock nestled in her lap. her gaze never wavered from the agent’s, playing the part of the attentive captive to a tee. ] pretty little trinket you've got there. [ she murmured, her voice casual but laced with interest as alyssa’s sleeve ‘accidentally’ slipped down. the thief’s lips curled into the beginnings of a smirk. ] is that your idea of bait ? flash something shiny and hope I spill my guts ? valiant effort. . . tell me why it matters so much. maybe if you’re straight with me, I might be inclined to return it. seeing as I’m the only one who can, after all.