She exhales in exasperation, a quick huff of breath. She stares at him for an impossibly long moment, stares at his outstretched hand, and knows there's no use fighting him. He's bent on seeing her destroyed, all for doing what he asked and daring to tell him the truth.

She slips her hand in the back pocket of her jeans and takes out her warrant card, slamming it down on his desk with a force and ferocity she didn't realise she felt until just now.