Alfred's Turn

"It should be fine... Our cover is brilliant. I doubt anyone can find us here." Lua comforted both himself and Alfred, smiling slightly. "More importantly, you should interrogate the lady. That is your expertise. I asked a few questions, but I can't guarantee how valid they are."

Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again. He wasn't quite expecting these turn of events, so he simply resorted to ignoring the problem until later. Of course, he was still going to ensure everything turned out alright - it was in his personality, after all.

And so, Alfred opened the door by pulling the door handle, and face the young lady in the center of the room. The room was cold, and absent of any furniture, as would be expected from prisoner interrogation. Alfred was slightly impressed with Lua in this regard. Not bad... He thought to himself.