( there's something about him that just... inherently calms her down, maybe. his reassuring smile works, at any rate — she settles down and relaxes in her seat, as much as she can with the knowledge that someone's died around here, and watches him gather the necessary equipment. )

Um, well... ( admittedly, explaining this now, she feels a little stupid... still: ) The black cat... I dunno, it was trying to fend me off the case, I guess? But, it's kinda weird, right? For a cat to do all that.

( now that she thinks about it... sure, cats can be all kinds of mean, but not with this kind of force? and precision? what is it, a tiger in disguise?

she glances down, at where he's touching her arm, and flinches a little, eyebrows furrowing. the upper parts of her arms are covered, so it should be fine, but, still... watching someone clean up cuts over her skin brings a strange sense of deja vu. )