A dangerous smirk tilted up the corners of Emily's lips. Oh how she just longed to hex the git for everything he'd done over the last couple of years. Idiot.
"You annoyed the wrong department Borr, and you are going to pay for that."

She stared daggers at him, let the other team interrogate him or whatever, before they moved him to a nice and VERY cosy cell. Provided he fit in one.
A nice goo knock over the head to render him unconscious would do the trick, especially with that stupid stick of his. Then they'd move him off.

Nodding at Wes and Dean, Emily moved around to stand behind Borr, breathing fire down his neck so to speak.
"Fire away."