She was right, Tanith hadn't shot her. She was itching for some violence, but she wasn't trigger happy. Since Agent Park didn't seem at all phased by it, Tanith waved the incident off as well. Why dwell on it if the girl obviously didn't.
The greedy hoarder part of her mind was screaming at the rookie feeling up up the toys. Humans weren't meant to touch such precious things. Luckily the saner side of the inspector was a louder and stronger voice to be heard. They were toys, cheap ones at that. They were essentially worthless to anyone that didn't enjoy them. It was fascinating to actually watch Bree ogle the toys. Tanith had read the file on her, and boy was her psych profile covered in red flags and concerns, but it was another to actually see her in person. She could almost imagine the stories as truth. Almost. She'd wait and see to decide if the pair were worth anything.
She glanced over at the young man who was torn between reading his file and keeping an eye on Bree. She gestured for him to stay where he was as she answered Bree's question. "I have to admit, I think my favorites are the Hot Wheels. I enjoy letting them roll on icy tracks and cliffs." She'd outright admitted to playing with them, surely that counted as bonding right? "My personal favorite car is back at home in the Metro though." Maybe, just maybe, if Bree stayed in her good graces, she'd let her see her true collection.