“I know it’s more than that,” he rumbled calmly. “You’re a reporter, as I recall. Met you a few years back. My Joes are my property, and you have no right to follow them around like that. Who do you work for, specifically?” He could reveal as much as he needed, finding comfort in the fact he’d wipe her memory anyway.
"W-Well Joes are combat robots, aren’t they?! It’s not common to see them around the city! I-I got suspicious so I followed them!" She nodded her head at the bit about her being a reporter. "T-That’s what I mean! I’m a reporter, I saw something odd, and I looked into it! I-I work for the local news channel and I report what goes on in the Battle and Chase events, a-and that’s it!"
Plum looked at Charge pleadingly, hoping that he’d take her explanation and let her go. She was telling the truth, after all.
He wasn’t satisfied in the least. She’d answered, and passed his lie detectors, but he felt there was more he wanted to do. He almost wanted her to resist more, so he could do some real damage. He was wicked like that. He leaned back in his chair and sighed, trying to conjure up a new plan. "What else can you tell me? You obviously must’ve figured following my Joes would lead to trouble, and I’m most certainly not satisfied enough to just let you go. I’ve taken your footage, and I’ll take your memory. Your trackers are also fooling your main operator as if you’re where you should be. No one knows where you are." He tapped his fingers on the tools, itching to use them.