Swamped

"Ringer," you say. "Could you confirm that for me? You didn't think whatever she found was important?"

One ring.

"Was it some sort of object?" One ring. "And does Rivers have it still?" One ring.

Rivers doesn't look happy, even more so than usual.

"Hmm. Well, I'll talk to her about it later," you say. "For now, I think it would be a good time to give you some interrogation practice. This Dean seems to be the one leading these guys around, so maybe he knows something about the escape. While you're at it, you can ask him about how to feed that big Fenguin, seeing as Mantis doesn't seem to have gotten around to that yet."

"Interrogation practice? Are you serious?" Rivers asks. She doesn't sound too keen on the idea.

"I think you're ready for it. If you're worried about the prisoner trying anything, Ringer can go along with you. Can't really coach you on what to say, of course, but they're very good at keeping you on-topic without taking over the conversation. And they can definitely handle the prisoner if there's trouble."

Rivers rolls her eyes, but she heads over to the cell.

"Well, come on then. Let's get this over with."

"It'd be good for Starling to get some training, too," you say.

"Seriously?" Rivers gives you a bemused look. "Starling as an interrogator? You've lost it."

"Well, yeah, in her case it'd probably be more observation. I was thinking of doing a follow-up with the prisoner I questioned earlier, let her watch, maybe she tosses in a few questions."

Rivers is tensing up. You thought this might happen.

"Why you? Why not send her along with Shorty or Legs?"

She doesn't want to talk about it directly, though. Maybe now's the time to force the issue, tell her to air out what she's got against you.

Then again, that might make things even worse.

How should you handle this?