Diana's watched the qunari on camera for almost an hour already, while reviewing his files. He's huge, and while the ICA had tried to insist on sending someone into the cell with her, she was certain it wouldn't be necessary. It's in the shoulders, mostly. There's a sense of defeat to how he's sitting. The large stranger looks like he could be a brute, but he isn't testing the shackles or looking for a way out. He seems...resigned to the situation.

And on one level, she understands; on another level, that worries her.

Still, her job now is to get what information she can from him, anything on the Inquisition's leadership and goals that the ICA can use. And perhaps if she's lucky, they'll learn more about the Qun as well. All information is useful to the analysts and handlers, and she is very experienced with gathering information.

She walks into the cell, looking like another of those 'normal people' the Iron Bull had seen on his way in. Red hair pinned up in a tidy French twist, dark blue skirt-suit set and matching pumps. She doesn't appear to be a threat, not the same way he appears to be a threat to most civilians. But there's a sharpness to her gaze, and she's not showing any fear despite the obvious difference in physical power.

"Has anyone offered you something to eat or drink, since we brought you in? I would hate to think we've been...inhospitable to you."