Tarek Shane and Darja Bryn sat together on one side of the table. Darja was typically silent and deep in thought; Tarek was staring at the monitor on which they could see the young convict. Finally, at Dar's question of who would interrogate the young man, Tarek laughed.
"Hell, I'll do it," he said. Darja stirred and a flash of amusement passed through her eyes.
"And I'll go along," she said, "so's this lump of muscle won't turn the kid into a pulp."
Tarek threw back his head and laughed. "What d'ye think, Joran?" he asked.