[It's difficult to imagine this woman as a grade schooler– until he gets a sudden image of (a much smaller) her rounding up the kids on the playground and ordering them to do her bidding. He has less trouble with the image after that.]

I'm ex-SWAT, so feel free not to count me either. If you're keeping track, I mean.

[Her use of the word "police" instead of something like – you know – "coworkers" stands out to him. Like she may work for them, but she doesn't see herself as one of them. Or maybe he's reading too much into it.

A thoughtful tilt of his head.] You know– most thieves try and stay as far away from the police as possible. How did one end up working for INTERPOL?