"I have a kit somewhere," she pats her coat own. Gun, duct tape, extra clip, a knife and more gloves. Just where is her kit damn it?
She scowls then smiles as she locates it and unrolls it onto a cleared up space on the counter.
"Got your kit right here. Not a standard police forensics one either," she admits. The power is darker than the standard grade but that's a bonus since is makes the lines more clear. "I do a lot of real detective work. We can get sets here and go get 'em."
Her shark-like grin lights up the room. She's thinking unpleasant thoughts about the killers obviously but seems willing to be a team player on this.
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