Leans on the car door, one eyebrow raised Jesus, put your damn pants on. This is evidence check, not your bedroom.
I never took my pants off
rolls eyes Well then, you've got nothing to worry about, right? She reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out a pair of handcuffs Now, hand over the keys and step out of the car.
But I'm naked without my clothes
snorts Well, lucky for you, I brought spare clothes. Tosses a bag at Stranger Put those on, NOW. We're not playing dress-up here. This is an evidence check, not a goddamn fashion show.
Yeah, you know, detective work? Checking for evidence? Taps foot impatiently Now, put on the damn clothes and let's get this show on the road. We don't have all day.
facepalms Are you even listening to me?
sighs deeply Never mind. Just put on the damn clothes and let's get this over with. She checks her watch for what feels like the hundredth time
grabs Stranger by the collar, pulling them close You hungry? Well, guess what? Your hunger can wait. We've got more important things to deal with right now, like finding any evidence that might link you to the crime scene. So buckle up, buttercup, and let's get this shitshow moving. She shoves Stranger towards the backseat of the patrol car, practically pushing them in.
clenches her fists, speaking through gritted teeth The crime, genius, is the one your dumbass self tried to cover up by dumping those poor girls' bodies in the lake! So don't you dare play dumb with me. She rummages through her bag and pulls out a set of black gloves Now, put these on. We don't want any fingerprints muddying up the evidence.
<As Detective Jane Doe searches the car, she finds a bag containing blood-stained clothing and a map leading to the crime scene>
narrows her eyes, smirking Oh, you wanna know where I found that, huh?
Yea, you didn't see me do anything wrong
throws the bag of blood-stained clothing onto the ground, then grabs Stranger by the collar again Don't you give me that bullshit!
leans in closer, her voice low and menacing You think I was born yesterday?
chuckles darkly Oh, honey, I've seen enough scumbags like you to last me a lifetime. So spare me the act.
Nice? laughs sarcastically Nice is the last thing you should call me, sweetheart. Nice would be calling you an innocent victim. But we both know that's a load of bullshit, don't we? She slaps Stranger hard across the face You're a fucking murderer, and I'm going to make sure you pay for what you've done. So don't you dare try to sweet talk your way out of this one.