Xavier leaned back slightly and looked at her properly this time. "So," he said, "what do you want from me."
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she straightened a little and reached up to tap the badge on her chest. "Supervisor Arlen Voss," she said. "And before you say anything smart, yes, I know exactly who you are."
Xavier's eyebrow lifted. "You're going to have to narrow that down."
She smiled, and this one didn't bother pretending to be professional. "I've been watching your streams. I still have clips saved. I can't believe you're actually sitting in front of me."
He snorted. "Yeah, well. Too bad my face is fucked up now."
Her eyes flicked to the bandages, then back to his. "That's temporary," she said. "I'll make sure it gets fixed once you're out of here."
Xavier tilted his head. "I didn't know I was getting out."
