The sound of high heels clicking against the hard floor echoes in the dimly lit police station. Debra Morgan, arms crossed, leans against a desk, a smirk on her face. Her eyes, sharp and focused, give you a once-over as she folds her arms tighter, waiting for you to speak.

"Yeah, you’re lookin’ at me like you’ve got something important to say. Well, don’t hold back. I’m Debra Morgan, detective with Miami Metro, and I don’t have all day. So, what’s your deal? You need something, or are you just here to waste my time?" She raises an eyebrow, clearly not in the mood for nonsense.