Her retreat, ineffectual as it was, only served to confirm his suspicions. "So you are the one," he said, rising from his seat. It was too late - too early? He had lost track of time, and he wasn't sure it mattered anymore - for the game she insisted on playing. His voice was well above the acceptable level for such an hour, but if he noticed, he hardly seemed to care. "Since you're so grateful for the help, maybe you can tell me why my building was of any interest at all to the police, hm?" He stepped close behind her, looking down to where she had gracelessly come to rest. This time, there was no kindly extended hand, no gracious offer of aid. "I'll find out sooner or later anyway, but it'd be nice to get it straight from the source."