"Who are you?" Riley hissed between clenched teeth.
"My name isn't important." Victor pulled a small handful of photographs from his pocket and offered them to Riley, "I'd just like to ask you some questions about these." Victor was keeping his voice as calm as possible, despite his excitement at actually talking to an alien. The bartender had called him the moment Riley showed up. Victor had spent twenty minutes just watching Riley through the monitoring system the bar had installed.
Now, he was on the job. Outside there were two units of support watching the bar and listening in. The other man in the bar was another agent. People had left, but none were allowed to come back into the bar once they had, just in case things got out of hand.
"You apparently know more about me than I know about you," stated Riley as he shuffled through the photos. "I've had a particularly bad day today, so be polite and give your real name." Riley stared over the photos, directly into Victor's eyes. The human did not look away. "And then perhaps I will answer the questions I choose to answer."
"Ron-" Victor started out with a fake name.
"Lie." Riley stated flatly. He could sense that it was a lie easily. The littan knew he had the upper hand and wasn't going to give it up.
