"This is fucking ridiculous!" Rose raged.
"You earlier confessed that your friend, Natalia has plotted to have Amaira Hendrix murdered and you just inadvertently confessed to being involved."
Rose forced her hands out of the grip of his lone hand before he could somehow slam the cuffs on her wrists. "Amaira must already be dead, she was sick or something before she came in here and this place is crawling with creepy, flesh-eating monsters that I nor Natalia have anything to do with."
"Her blood is not on my hands." She folded her arms, "Plus you have no solid proof that there was any conspiracy."
She went on to grumble loud enough so he could hear following his reluctance to comment on her words. "We're not even sure to leave this shitty place and you're throwing handcuffs on me."
