Dar walked towards the interrogation room. He figured that since there were several other detectives tracing the diffusers he might actually get to do some action. He waited until the both of them walked out of the room and walked up to them
"Why is it that violence always gets the information?"
"Because only an idiot wouldn't spill his guts if he is threatened to get his stomach beat out of him." Dar called across the hall
"I heard what went on in there." He said pointing towards the interrogation room. "So what are you going to do with the Howling Mistress?" He asked the both of them "Can I help with anything?" He asked. Dar transfered from Homicide before he went to smuggling. He was itching for some action or at least something that didn't involve him stuck behind a desk.
"There's gotta be a better way to make a living"