Despite the fact that Patricia wasn't planning on harming you, your heart raced in your chest as she paced, her eyes glued to her notebook. Her full lips and dark eyebrows were tilted downwards, and you jumped when she shifted her gaze to you.

So this was the revolution's so-called lie detector.

Damn, she was scary.

She approached the chair you sat in, her eyes unblinking as she stared you down. "You know what to do," she stated clearly and directly. "Fess up. Don't lie. I know what you did."