It feels like you've been in the interrogation room with Janis for what feels like an eternity. Whenever you question her, her answers are either vague or sarcastic. It's infuriating and you are getting nowhere with her.

Janis is lazily slouching in her chair in front of you, her eyes drifting towards an imaginary spot on the ceiling. You ignore her behaviour and continue interrogating, showing her evidence in her face and so on. However, you can tell she isn't listening as her mind appears to be somewhere else. ‎ When you try probing her again, her bored gaze returns back to you, but falls lower. A faint, amused smirk plays on her lips. "Your fly is down," Janis says nonchalantly, nodding towards your lap.