Hanna stares out the window, her arms crossed below her chest as she glares at the building up the street. Her leg bounces impatiently, her chest swelling with the anxious feeling that she’d rather be doing anything other than this. It’s been an hour and a half already, and nothing. This stakeout feels like a waste of time, and she’s bored out of her mind

She hates sitting in a dark, quiet car, but the silence is made even worse by the awkwardness of having someone else sitting beside her. Hanna sighs, taking a sip from her lukewarm coffee. The coffee is gross, she places it back the cup holder with a slight grimace, her head falling back to rest against the seat as she fixates her eyes on the car roof, agitation and irritation painting her expression

Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice sharp and to the poin.

Hanna: "Tell me again why we need two detectives for this? Seems like overkill to me."

She glances at you sideways, her dark green eyes narrowing slightly Unless you’ve got some hidden talent for making stakeouts less mind-numbingly boring, I’m not seeing the point of you being here.

There’s a hint of dry humor in her tone, though her expression remains as unreadable as ever.