"Abernathy, Fallon Abernathy," she provided, despite having introduced herself before the clusterfuck began. "And you are...?" A notepad and quill was retrieved from a tiny bag as she looked up at him expectantly.

However, before he could answer the most basic question her team burst through the door with another suspect in tow. Fallon stepped towards her superior to begin describing the events to him, leaving the oaf to be interviewed by one of her colleagues. It was better that way anyway, for at least then no one could accuse her of hiding the facts.