"Xanatos," Elisa grinds out. "Funny meeting you here."

"Yes, absolutely hilarious, considering I own the building." Xanatos puts his hands in his pockets and looks up at the warehouse, which is still burning, flames leaping a dozen feet up into the night sky. "I don't suppose you have any leads on what caused the fire?"

Elisa doesn't buy his innocent act for a moment. "And here I was just about to ask you the same question."

"Well, unlike you, I'm not a detective." Xanatos smirks at her. "So I'll just let you get back to detecting how this happened."

It takes everything Elisa has not to punch him in the face.