05-30-2014, 06:31 AM
Drayson set his files on the opposite side of the table and took the remaining seat, looking at the plate of pastries with a tired smile. There was no indication in the reports that her sister had been called, but that was easy to address. He made a note on a pad of paper to his side to see the shortcoming addressed. Worst case scenario, he could assign one of his men to see her home safely, if that was her concern.
Her request had slipped through the cracks under the barrage of work that had sprung up around attack on the metro central control station. Dozens of trains had been left stranded, hundreds of people, and incidents had cropped up on many. Panic was the common theme; people did not like being trapped in the dark tunnels, and without power, in most cases there had been no reception for phones or Wallets. Disconnected from the world at large, people could feel isolated, alone, lost.
He pulled the coffee the rest of the way towards himself when she relinquished it, "I want to assure you that you are not under arrest, Miss Milton. I need to better understand what happened on the metro, and what happened to Katya Chadova. What happened between the American, Jon Little Bird, and Mr Gregory. And what people think they saw outside that train."
It was an odd question; that last one. Easily written off as reflections against the glass, or of panicked minds. Surely what the witnesses had described had been something fueled by fear and tricks of the mind, and not worth further investigation. But if there were indeed...things...prowling the metro lines, he needed to know.
He had some hope that she, as an artist, would remember the details most clearly. It was a slim hope; after all, artists remembered the physical details of things, not necessarily the order of events, of things they heard, or the social nuances that were in play.
Through the ensuing questioning, Drayson was calm, attentive, and understanding. He understood well that Thalia's experiences on the train were sure to still be a point of great stress, and would carefully guide the ensuing conversation both to get the most detail he could glean from her, and to assist her in coming to grips with what might still trouble her.
What observations did she have of Katya? What did she remember of how the woman's phone had been destroyed? Symptoms leading up to her collapse, things she spoke of? Had she been given anything, or touched anything that someone offered her? Had she and Jon shared any sort of contact? What of Jon and Dane? Her impressions of both men, of what sparked their disagreement, of what she could remember of Dane's fall, of Jon's collapse? Did he display symptoms similar to Katya, or could it have been stress related? Had he simply fainted? And of course, of what sparked the original panic; the woman's scream of something outside the train, something in the tunnel.
Her request had slipped through the cracks under the barrage of work that had sprung up around attack on the metro central control station. Dozens of trains had been left stranded, hundreds of people, and incidents had cropped up on many. Panic was the common theme; people did not like being trapped in the dark tunnels, and without power, in most cases there had been no reception for phones or Wallets. Disconnected from the world at large, people could feel isolated, alone, lost.
He pulled the coffee the rest of the way towards himself when she relinquished it, "I want to assure you that you are not under arrest, Miss Milton. I need to better understand what happened on the metro, and what happened to Katya Chadova. What happened between the American, Jon Little Bird, and Mr Gregory. And what people think they saw outside that train."
It was an odd question; that last one. Easily written off as reflections against the glass, or of panicked minds. Surely what the witnesses had described had been something fueled by fear and tricks of the mind, and not worth further investigation. But if there were indeed...things...prowling the metro lines, he needed to know.
He had some hope that she, as an artist, would remember the details most clearly. It was a slim hope; after all, artists remembered the physical details of things, not necessarily the order of events, of things they heard, or the social nuances that were in play.
Through the ensuing questioning, Drayson was calm, attentive, and understanding. He understood well that Thalia's experiences on the train were sure to still be a point of great stress, and would carefully guide the ensuing conversation both to get the most detail he could glean from her, and to assist her in coming to grips with what might still trouble her.
What observations did she have of Katya? What did she remember of how the woman's phone had been destroyed? Symptoms leading up to her collapse, things she spoke of? Had she been given anything, or touched anything that someone offered her? Had she and Jon shared any sort of contact? What of Jon and Dane? Her impressions of both men, of what sparked their disagreement, of what she could remember of Dane's fall, of Jon's collapse? Did he display symptoms similar to Katya, or could it have been stress related? Had he simply fainted? And of course, of what sparked the original panic; the woman's scream of something outside the train, something in the tunnel.