She was just looking at him, trying not to cry when she heard a voice.
"Hey!"
She looked up. Damn, it was a cop. She didn't have anything against cops. They were okay in her opinion, but this one was looking at her like she'd done something wrong.
"What?"
"What are you doing up here kid?"
"What's it to you?"
"This area is off limits."
"Didn't see a sign."
Hell this girl had a mouth on her. From the look of the girl, she didn't seem to care for authority. So, he decided to stop yelling at her, and try to treat her like an equal.
"How about you tell me why you're here if I tell you why I'm here?"
The girl looked at him, trying to see if he was lying. Seeing nothing but truthfulness etched into his face, she stated, "Fine."
"Albrecht."
The girl just looked at him. "That's my name, Albrecht."
"Cari."
"Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand. She shook it quickly and let go.
"Well I'm here to check on the prisoner."
"I'm here to see my brother."
"You're in the wrong room.
"Huh?"
"Top Dollar here-
"Michael," she said interrupting him.
"What?"
"Don't call him that, his name is Michael. Michael Sloan. Top Dollar is that stupid name some street thugs gave him."
"Really? And how do you know that?"
"'Cause I'm his sister."
Albrecht gave a look of surprise.
"Cari Sloan at your service."