Irina POV
Dimitri stood hesitating, even in the face of Ariana's impassioned plea. Foolish girl. When Dimitri was already reluctant, giving him a shove accomplished nothing except frustration on your part. This she knew from experience.
She asked, "Ariana, may he and I have the room for a moment, please?"
Unblinking, Dimitri snarled, "You don't get to--"
"Yes," Ariana responded. "After I speak to him alone. Captain Valerie will take you to a phone where you can call your parents. I'm sure they want to know we haven't tortured you."
Without thinking, Irina responded, "Of course you haven't. Amateurs."
She walked out and shut the door to the study. Quick on her feet, Captain Valerie had clearly been listening to the conversation. "Right. I'll take you to a phone," the woman said in a no-nonsense way. "But no tricks, understand?"
Irina lifted her hands, palms up in surrender. "What would that get me?"