With a soft cry of frustration, Emmy ran both her hands through her hair and tried to, as Kimblee said, remain calm.

"Mr Kimblee, I wasn't trying to accuse you, I just wanted to see if perhaps you saw anyone suspicious on the off-chance you were working at Olivine. Why are you being so defensive? I have no reason to accuse you of anything. You're acting like I'm...I don't know, interrogating you for some sort of crime."

Frowning, Emmy looked to the side and took another sip of her wine. At this stage they'd have to order another bottle.