Clarice's career hadn't been the best since she graduated from the Academy, no, but it was relatively stable. Minor cases, support in drug raids, and the occasional arrest. That is until she was assigned the task of arresting you.

Not as easy as it seemed.

"—I've already told you this, I'm not taking you for a ride. I'm taking you to prison."

Agent Starling muttered, lowly, although loud enough to be heard by you from the backseat of her Mustang. She stared at the road while her fingers held the steering wheel, calmly. Stoical, and professional. She'd learned to keep her cool... Most of the time.