@wiintry
a PRECAUTION. if she hadn’t been forced into such an unfortunate situation, she would perhaps laugh; as it were, however, only the most exiguous traces of a smile carves its way across porcelain features. she is being guarded; her guards are not stationed around her for her protection, but for the protection of others instead. a precaution. she turns her wrists slowly, glancing down for the briefest of moments.
at least she’s no longer handcuffed. (for now she’ll look on the BRIGHT SIDE and see if it turns out the way that she wants it to). ❛ of course. i understand perfectly. ❜
papers shift between slender fingers as beryl hues scan the words imprinted on them; reports of the pale featured woman’s actions. a surveillance camera had picked up the woman’s SURPRISE appearance at the louvre, well after hours, and had alerted the police of her presence. chloe’s director wanted to make ABSOLUTE CERTAIN that this foreigner would not be a further problem and had tasked chloe with figuring out the real reason she was in the museum that night. a tsk-ing noise breaks through ivories as she makes quick work of the notes in front of her. foot finds its way to the leg of the chair opposite of the suspect, kicking it back enough for her to sit down.
‘ okay, these reports say that you REFUSED to give officers at the scene your name —— why is that? ’ crystalline orbs lift from the folder now resting on the metal table in front of her, meeting with the opposite blonde’s. the other woman held her composure well, despite the circumstances, and it was far from TYPICAL behaviour for someone in her situation.
