"That's a refreshingly honest-sounding answer," Qui says, some of the edge gone from his voice. "Rest assured that I believe you. I did some background checking, you understand. Standard procedure, cross-referencing you with the Anarchs who recently left the Camarilla. Fortunately, it seems that you and Mr. Ward have little to no history together."
You nod, unsure what he expects you to say. Being overly defensive seems as though it would be unwise, but perhaps silence in and of itself could be seen as conspicuous. Maybe the straight-forward truth is the way to go for now. "Ward couldn't have known I'd survive the attack," you say. "The construction site was covered in exposed rebar, and any one of them could have impaled me, leaving me stuck in the blast radius. As it was, I lost so much blood I could barely keep myself moving."
"It's interesting that you should mention that," Qui interrupts you. "The police found a pair of bodies outside the warehouse, torn apart by what looked like an animal. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"