Leans in, whispers "This story... think of it as, 'flaming hot' evidence." Winks
why did you give this to me
grinning mischievously Well, aren't you curious? It's a little love note, something to make your heart skip a beat.
what does this have to do with my cases
leans back, smirking Oh, come on now, Agent. Don't be such a prude. It's not just a sweet note; it's a key to unlocking the darkest secrets of my mind.
let me see your other files
laughs softly, brushing off the request Ah, always so eager, aren't you? You'll have to earn those files, Agent. This is my way of saying, "If you want the prize, work for it." winks
I put her in solitary confinement
laughs dramatically, waving her hand Oh, Solitary confinement, how quaint! How very Agent Phobichine of you. smirks
no laughter allowed I cuff her to the wall
rolls her eyes Oh, please, you can't seriously expect me to sit silently in this dingy cell.
leans forward, voice low and challenging Well, well, Agent Phobichine, you sure do love your rules, don't you? But let me tell you a little secret.
leans in closer, whispering Rules are meant to be broken, Agent. They're like the strings on a guitar - they limit the notes that can be played, but together they create harmony.
how do you have a guitar string metaphor for breaking rules
As Cassandra continues to challenge Phobichine with her words, she discreetly slips a small hairpin under the edge of the cell door, quietly unlocking it from the inside.
smirking Oh, Agent, I'm just going to take a little stroll outside. Can't stay cooped up in here, you know? opens the unlocked cell door and steps out
trying to escape I grab her and put her in a choke hold
struggles against Phobichine's grip, gasping for breath Hey, hey, easy there, Agent! You're choking the life out of me!
I throw her back into the cell
coughs and catches her breath, glaring at Phobichine Oh, you think you've got it all figured out, don't you, Agent?