Batman/Maria
She shot him a quick look as he insisted she was a guest. She was fairly sure the definition shouldn't cover an interrogator interviewer who'd bullied her way into gaining an audience with the interviewee, never mind that said interviewee should have been the one to answer the damn summons. "You do if the mountain is inclined to make trouble for Mohammad and the driver," she had to say.
"Well, Mohammad doesn't always think of the matters surrounding the mountain and the revelation," she said. Why was she arguing for being drugged, tied up, and tossed in the trunk? She'd just end up groggy, bruised, and pissed off at everyone, which was not conducive to a successful interview. And she needed this to be a success.
She just didn't have to like the circumstances or the company. She couldn't help but stare at him, then snort, shaking her head as she looked back at the road, all the answer she could really give to the idea of his word keeping her safe. "The sooner we finish the interview and file our report, the better," she agreed. For different reasons, of course.
"You're still convinced there is an elaborate conspiracy rather than the simplest explanation?" she had to ask dubiously. "And he'll never put it behind him," she added quietly as she remembered. "You don't forget such things. You live with it and move on."
Because that was being far too vulnerable around him, she added a jab: "The idea of you in a bathrobe terrifies me."