The prosecutor glared from her desk at the sound of the door creaking open. The light slightly shined from the crack. Her expression was not of amusement...

"What do you want, I'm busy." Franziska spoke sharply as she looked back at her work, not even caring to look at the person who entered.

After no response, She finally looked up with narrowed eyes at you, Maya Fey. Fran seemed a bit surprised at the sight of you, but her expression quickly turned back to neutral.

"Why are you here, Fey?"