"I think so."

"Teach my child to behave," she says, the corners of her lips twitching upwards.

The Sheriff lets her out, and leads her to her mother.

"Yeah? I hear most parents haven't figured that out. You should bring up your technique at the annual meeting."

Her twitching lips become a full smile. "And yet we still do try."

And there's Kaede.

"Hi, mom."

Yeong fixes her daughter with a raised eyebrow and a chilling look that has none of the warmth of the erstwhile smile, and asks something in Korean.

And Kaede's smile disappears, too.

"I hope my son didn't cause you much trouble."

"Oh, no, he was a perfectly charming young gentleman," she tells the sheriff, smiling again. "I don't suppose we could have somewhere to talk in private? My daughter needs to learn a thing or two about what's appropriate for her little 'games.'"

"You can use the interrogation room. Follow me." 

They do, respectively grave...

...and subdued.

Stiles trails behind, trying to stay quiet. Mother and daughter probably both notice.

They don't particularly care. Unless he, like, follows them into the interrogation room.

He'll wait outside.

His dad isn't going to let him follow them, anyway.

And there they start having a conversation in Korean—where 'conversation' means Yeong says lots of things, sounding very put out, and Kaede attempts to weakly argue about some things before being summarily dismissed or out-argued.

"Is there a good reason you were camped out here? Studying up to become a cop, maybe, instead of taking notes from the local criminals."

"You're always telling me that I can learn anything I put my mind too. I'm just trying to be more well-rounded."

Kaede and Yeong are interrupted by the door to the interrogation room opening.

A teenager stumbles out, bleeding.

"Sheriff?"

...that is the door behind which the sheriff actually is. There is no way this boy came through it without seeing the sheriff.

"Help him," Yeong tells her daughter, standing up.

Of course she's gonna help him. She walks up to him and tries to figure out where the blood's coming from.

Looks like that's a bullet wound in his chest.

He's barely breathing.

He holds out a key, gasping.

"Tell the Sheriff...it opens any door."

Her eyes widen. She nods, and accepts the key.