Euphemia is a classy looking woman, albeit in a feigned sort of way. Her lips are stained red, overpowered by her gummy smile, and wirey, grey hair. Her hands stay folded in her lap, an occasional clearing of her throat ringing through the questioning room. There's a tremor to her, but it's not a nervous one. It's something else entirely.

She seems far more collected than her counterpart, a pointed tone, and near perfect posture.

You introduce yourself and explain your cause for speaking to her. She seems less than impressed.

Euphemia is unwilling to co-operate. You get the idea that you cannot use any sort of force in her case. What will you do?

Leave her be.

Try to reason.