Warren looked up at Bella curiously as she didn't answer his question and seemed like she didn't remember her own name. Strange.... After writing his note he twirled his quill around his fingers again, ignoring how it seemed to make her irritated. "Yes, I am," he answered succinctly and leaned back in his chair, "Yes well that remains to be seen. Otherwise you would have been already. The fact remains that we have no body, no one claiming anyone is missing and until Forrester arrives I do not know that any have been reported in the Middle East, as you so claim." Setting the chair back down on all it's legs he stood up once more and walked into his office. Grabbing three glasses and a pitcher he poured pumpkin juice into the three glasses and carried them back out, setting them before Bella and Prometheus. "It's just pumpkin juice," he said though he remembered how much he used to hate the stuff. It had grown on him lately though since he stopped drinking Firewhiskey. Sitting down in his chair again he sighed and waved his hand, "Alright Ms. Lewis...if that's your name...I'll humour you. Who is it you supposedly killed?" He still thought the woman was a nutcase rather than a murderer but well until Forrester got here he had to keep her here.