It takes one question and three of four very angry officers for Azula to realise what they want; someone to blame.
When she agrees to orchestrating some kind of crime, one of several men who are standing before her give a growl and leans closer. "It was my friend you killed," he says, slapping her before leaving. Azula sits there, ignoring the stinging sensation as the woman moves closer to handcuff her again. Above her swelling cheek, she still notices the shiny "Chief" badge pinned to the other woman's lapel.
"Don't lie next time," comes the murmured warning.