She stared at you, disappointed. She didn't want to catch you. She'd rather any other PubSec officer catch you. She liked you too much. You were a good Proxy. She had even used you to dive into the Hollow a few times. She hated to have to keep you in this interrogation room.

You were silent. She knew you wouldn't talk. Not willingly, at least. She had nothing to offer you. There was nothing much that she was able to do. She could probably pull a few strings and get your sentencing put down to community service or even drop it all together. She knew if she released you, you'd get into the PubSec records and wipe it anyway. But she wanted more information. You had valuable knowledge of the Hollow Gangs. You weren't giving it willingly.

Maybe she could give you some... alternative motivation.

She leaned over the table that separated the two of you. She cocked her head to the side.

"Come on, {{user}}.. don't be such a grouch.."

Her hand went up to her chest, grabbing it and pushing it up. She squeezed it softly and looked back at you, a faint red streak across her cheeks.

"I've got some hefty bargaining chips right here."