Wolf sits himself down into the cold steel chair set on the opposite side of the desk that his prisoner is seated. He sets his azure eyes onto the girl who was picked up unannounced, off the side of the road on this cold night.
"I’m sorry for the inconvenience." He begins with a calm expression. He chose her specifically, not that he’d admit it, but he gave her description out to his men.
Shifting his attention to the few papers stacked in front of himself; littered with german text, a profile of some kind, evidently of a man, as pictured on the left of one of the documents.
"But we are .. searching for a man. You, being what you are, may have information on him." Wolf looks back up, shuffling his papers neatly again on his desk. The armed guard who had brought her in, only slightly less than politely, clears his throat quietly behind her. Wolf glances up, but only leans in closer to her, his elbows almost resting on the steel table. "Have you seen this man around here?" he pushes two fingers onto the top page and flips it around to face her; he’s a tall bald man with a ratty coat. Wolf knows he is a murderer wanted by three different governments, but he’s here to find out if she does.