The tall blonde girl nearly tackled Hiro. He was still trying to figure out how the girl could run in her platform heels when she started cooing over him. "Oh, Hiro, I'm so sorry about what happened to Tadashi! It's just terrible! How are you holding up? Why are we here?"
"We're here so they can interrogate us. We're probably suspects or something." A shorter girl said, snapping her gum.
"That's partially correct. We're hoping you can point us in the direction of who started the fire at the expo hall. Suspected arson, if you didn't know," Gallo pointed out.

"Whoa. So we're helping a police investigation?" a skinny, dumpy-looking boy asked.
"Yes, Fred, you could say so," Paige answered him.
"Sweet!"
"Trevor, if you could come with me, we'll take you for questioning first." Gallo said, glancing down at a file in his hands.
"That's Wasabi," Fred pointed out. "His name's Wasabi."
"Nickname," the tall girl Hiro vaguely recognized as Honey Lemon pointed out. "Fred gives everyone nicknames."
Gallo rolled his eyes and turned to lead Trevor upstairs.

"Do you know if Tadashi Hamada was in any, you know, dirty business?" Gallo asked. Toby turned a chair backwards to straddle, watching the interrogation. Trevor was definitely a potential suspect - he was jumpy and nervous.
"No, sir. He was a good kid - I mean, a really good kid. He respected everyone and his life mission was to help people." the tall, thick man picked at his fingernails.
"He didn't steal Professor Callaghan's designs for fighter bots so his brother could make them?"
"No, sir. Hiro's smart enough he wouldn't need designs, or so I was told. I don't really know his brother well." he started bouncing his knee at an incredibly fast rate.
"Okay," Toby broke in, brushing off the look Gallo gave him. "I just wanna clarify something. You're displaying extremely suspicious behavior, Trevor. Is something going on or do you have disorders? I'm gonna tell you straight-up that you look like you're a suspect, but I get the feeling you couldn't start a fire that had the potential of hurting someone."
Trevor shook his head, his eyes widening. "No, sir. No. I, well, I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorders, acrophobia, and I don't like my schedule being messed with. This definitely messed with my schedule, and - well, you guys are cops! I'm not exactly comfortable."

Toby nodded, crossing his arms over the back of the chair. "Alright. It's typical for brighter people to have phobias and disorders such as what you've described. I'm guessing you had to be pretty smart to get into SFTI, right?"
"IQ of 137. Not quite genius level."
"Okay. One of the people on our team, Sylvester, has many tendencies and phobias, some of which you have too. Maybe you'd be able to talk to him after we're done here. Now, I've got all I need to see, so I'm going to see how Walt's doing with Fred."

"Fred, did you know Professor Callaghan on a personal level?" Walter asked. "Were you in any of his classes?"
Fred sat back in his chair, propping his sneakers on the table. "No, man. I didn't go to school at SFTI, I was just their mascot. Not that I'm complaining, that suit is slick!"
"Okay. Did you suspect Tadashi of ever doing something behind Callaghan's back?"
Fred wasn't paying attention. "Why is there a rocket back there?"
"It's a project. Now-"
"Dude, that's the coolest thing I've ever seen! Does it work?"
"Fred, could you please-"
"And you've got an IQ of 197, right? Paige told me. What's it like to be insane-smart like that?"
Walt licked his lips impatiently, tapping his foot. "It's a ride. Did you ever suspect Tadashi of doing something behind Callaghan's back?"
"Him? No. Why? And could you help me figure out this video game I've been working at for awhile, I can't get past this level and I think you'd be able to-"
"Hiro has similar bots that Callaghan has invented, so we didn't know if he created it himself or not."
"That kid's supposed to be way smart, so he made them himself, I bet."
"Okay." Walter cleared his throat and saw Toby approaching.
"I'll just be here to watch your body language. I'm a psychologist," Toby said. "Continue."
"Whoa, so what if I do this?" Fred imitated an insanely odd expression of disgust. "What am I conveying?"
"Can you please just focus on our questions, please?" Walter asked, taking a deep breath to calm his impatience. "Do you know of anyone who may have wanted to burn the building?"
"No. Everyone loved it there-where's Wasabi? Is he done yet? I want to show him that rocket-"
"Gallo's still talking with him," Toby said. He leaned to whisper in Walter's ear, "The kid doesn't know anything. I'm going to see how Happy's doing with Cassie. Good luck."
"Yeah." Walter quirked a brow. "Thanks." "Anytime," Toby grinned sarcastically and left quickly.

GoGo Tomago - or Cassie, as was her actual name - was into her elbows with tools.
"...And you just have to do this and-" there was a loud clank, and Cassie pulled away from the car. "-and it's fixed."
"Impressive," Happy said, handing her a cloth. "Now, did you ever suspect anyone for wanting to burn down the expo hall at SFTI?"
Cassie shook her head, leaning up against the car and crossing her arms as she snapped gum. Uh oh, first red flag: crossed arms, Toby thought to himself. It meant she was cutting herself off from the conversation and not wanting to partake in it.
"So everyone liked the expo hall?" he broke in to ask.
"Sure. I guess." she shrugged again.
Toby nodded, watching her closely before volleying a series of embarrassing questions her way. Happy watched the encounter with mute contempt as he asked Cassie about any kind of uncomfortable thing he could think of.
"Why does this even pertain to the investigation?" Cassie asked, putting her hands on her hips and her face flame red.
"Seeing how you act normally versus how you act when you're embarrassed or standoffish. You were displaying signs of being closed off to the conversation, like you didn't want to be here and weren't comfortable with the questions, so I wanted to see what you'd do when you were seriously uncomfortable or embarrassed. Good job, kid." Toby nodded, and she glowered, snapping her gum in a vicious manner.

As Toby left to see Paige and Honey Lemon - or Lucy - , Hiro came racing for him.
"Toby! Yo! I have to go to the bot fight tonight. Yokai might be there, and since I destroyed his bot, I need to see something!"
"What is it, kid?"
"I don't know why I never thought of it before! It's so simple!"
"What is? I'm a psychologist, not a psychic."
"My microbots! What if Callaghan took my idea for the microbots and used the fire to cover up-"
Walter jogged over as he was speaking. "Callaghan may have been so jealous over Hiro's success with bot fighting that he stole the microbots that Hiro had at the expo so he could mass-produce them and make fighter bots. He fell upon hard times recently; his wife passed away last year and his daughter disappeared two weeks before the expo. The college was going to let him go in a year because of some bigger and better teachers. He was on the botfight circuits because he needed a little extra money. When Hiro showed up-"
Hiro broke him off. "-When I showed up with my microbot invention, he realized he could replicate them to mass-produce and modify them for fighter-bots, like I did. He'd pass them off as his own and the college wouldn't have any choice except to keep him on!"
"Exactly, Hiro. And when he realized this, he set the expo hall on fire to create a diversion. People would be too scared and frantic, trying to escape, to even notice him stealing your microbots. They'd just think that he was trying to get them out of the hall."
"And when he was in there..." Hiro paled. "Maybe Tadashi went to try and save him."