I8a hasn't heard anyone, much less Tasi, scream like this for a long time, unless they were being murdered. So, although her breath and heart rate doesn't pick up, a white hot flash of something shoots down one of her mind's highways for tiniest fraction of second, something that she would have to analyze later when her engineer isn't in danger anymore. When she enters the scene, right behind Roscoe, with her gun already out, turquoise eyes immediately takes in the scene before her. The other woman seems unharmed, the scream that had clawed at Sath's ears finally dying down.

The other person, who seems to be stunned at the ungodly sound Radelle could produce (that should have been filed as official self defense weapon), crouched on the floor and she can't make out much of him, other than that it is male with peculiar hair color. "Galactic Law Enforcement, stand --" she begins her order that would have ended with "hands in the air", but Roscoe has already taken care of him, although not in means she would have necessary approved. In a flash, Nathan pushes stranger down and heavy knee between his shoulder blades keeps him there. I8a has sparred with her teammate, and although he always goes easy on her, he knows how much power and weight he can put in this move. Moments later, Roscoe has a firm grip on the man's wrists, he checks the guy for weapons quickly; if there is any, takes them away. Using this moment, her eyes dart over to Colctivus: "What happened here, Radelle? Are you alright?"

Then he yanks the possible culprit up unceremoniously. It's a death hold that he is in, really, no need for cuffs although those can enter equation any moment Issa deems them needed. Disregarding this cyan-haired huffball that is yammering away, he glances at Radelle. "Did he hurt you?" he asks as his Boss approaches. Apparently, she's been paying attention to the nonsense the guy's been spouting (he has too, in all honesty). Although perhaps not in the way he'd like to. As usually, she isn't bothered by threats or insults, it's not like anyone shot him. But he may as well have shot someone. He resists urge to kick him in back of the knee for calling them assholes, for calling Boss one. For now, he's not worth the trouble. If this continues, Roscoe will remind him to watch his language, though.

She looks at the two local Law Enforcement Officers behind them, the insult having flied by her. People have had said worse to her, coming from them it means nothing, it can't get to her. "Have you seen this man here before? Did he find the body, perhaps call LE?" Issa asks and, of course, receives negative replies. No surprise there. She decides to go about this the civilized route. "If this is a misunderstanding, I assure you, it will be smoothed out." But there won't be any formal statements, she'll make sure of that. If nothing more, he's probably been tampering with evidence that he could be charged with. That usually cools people down.

"Now, tell me your name and how did you happen to appear in middle of crime scene, with blood on you, scaring one of my team? How long have you been here?" Her tone is firm, she pulls out her phone, hold it out for a moment as it reads his features. In few minutes, they should have him identified, list of all crimes he has committed if any, his workplace, last known location and other very useful information. It's a nifty thing, really.

But this Sath is also old fashioned, she likes to draw her own conclusion and she looks him over calmly, trying to gather as much as she can from his appearance. Now rumpled suit, expensive one if she isn't mistaken (she isn't), face that indicates he isn't as young as his hair color would signal. Good built, works out most likely. So, someone's with power or likes to pretend he has it. Arrogant, too. Well, the rest scan will tell. She moves on, going to inspect his old hideout, hidden from sight very well by sliding panel in wall. They may not have thought of doing a scan of the place, since there already was one well protected room.

There, she finds another data bank, but that is all. Really, it is beyond her how the rather tall male had squeezed himself in there and it made him look all the guiltier. Unless someone had trapped him in there, but they'd find that out soon enough (hopefully). Some things would clear up when they figured out if the blood on him was his or not. But this was honestly becoming a messy case.