It was possibly the accurate sequence of events, but Maria still drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair, leaning back a little as she surveyed Mr Nygma. "True, there's no evidence that you have not done as you said and ceased all criminal activities," she said. "But there's just as little evidence that this is not an exceptionally long con to get you to exactly this point."
Except for the part where he wasn't taking his shot when he had the chance. Maria still met his stare with one just as cold and hard. "I've read your file," she acknowledged, giving no more inflection to it than the flat statement of fact. Her shoulders twitched at his comment, nearly reaching for a weapon. "I'm thinking of a common phrase. It begins with 'Over' and ends with 'my dead body.'" There was a reason they were meeting him somewhere without computers, even if he was purported to have changed, even if he really had changed.