Kennedy had an unimpressed expression on her face as the cop proceeded to accuse and blame Leroy of murder. She didn't seem to mind though. Hell, for all she knew, if he had killed someone, it was probably some scumbag who deserved it. Her eyes gave a roll and she let out an annoyed huff. She noticed the cop kept eyeing her, shooting his glance her way. 

"Look buddy, you got a staring problem? Don't wait for me to take it off, you'll have go down to the whore house for that." Her patience had run thin by this point, and she was slightly irritated with the cop man. When he asked to see Leroy's shoes, she laughed a little. "Yeah, that's definitely damning evidence..." She mumbled. 

Kennedy watched as Leroy stepped forward, showing his left shoe, which was clean and clear of anything incriminating. When he looked her way, she gave the slightest nod, placing a hand on her hip, her finger grazing the gun that was positioned in the small of her back. She was ready to move at any moment, but her body was still relaxed. She caught Daniel's gaze as he tread lightly behind the cop in the doorway. There was no way this suit is going to get out of this with an advantage on any of them.

"Alright sir, if you're done undressing me with your eyes and harassing my friend here, I've got places to go and people to see." She placed her other hand on her hip as well and tapped her foot.