judiciisms
Miharu leaned against the wall of the interrogation room, the back of her chair touching the wall as she balanced precariously on the two legs of her chair, her feet resting on top of the desk. She put on an air of nonchalance, hoping that by putting on that mask, she would actually feel that way.
Of course, Miharu was aware that she had done nothing wrong. It had honestly been pure coincidence that people that had robbed a store seconds after she had left. The timing, she had thought, was fortunate for her; although, now she realised how suspicious it could be.
{使い} - "So, are you going to interrogate me, or are you just waiting on something?" she asked to the mirror, knowing that there were at least two people behind, watching.