His Counterpart

Vyan's gaze darted from the gun on the counter to the woman who had just so casually placed it there with the same energy one might use to set down a teacup. 

Instead of getting scared, he asked in a low, astonished murmur. "Wait… what are you?"

Emma tilted her head, eyes glinting with amusement. She smiled in that maddeningly casual way she seemed to have mastered, hoping to intimidate him. She was trying to see what the deal was with him. "I'm an FBI agent."

But Vyan was a different species. He wasn't one to be easily intimidated. He was just rather confused. "You're a… what?"

"FBI. Federal Bureau of Investigation," she said smoothly, as if that cleared everything up.

It absolutely didn't.