The more Myra spoke with the agent the more uncertain she was starting to become that he would help her. Of course she understood his skeptism and all she could do was prove that she was who she said she was. She'd have to play along for now to gain an inkling of trust before she could pry any information from him about her death.<br/><br/>His question about her birth mark and tattoo left her curious to see if the marks still remained. Lifing the collar of her shirt she peered down at her own chest and to the area just above her left breast, close to her shoulder and saw the darkened skin where her birthmark lay still present. "An arrowhead birthmark on my chest and..." She leaned forward and turned as she lifted her shirt slightly to see the edge of her tattoo on her lower back also still present. "A tattoo of a crescent moon and wings on my lower back." Releasing her shirt she adjusted the clothing and sat back in the chair once more. "Want to know my blood type? It's O-. Birthday? Janurary 17th. I'm sure your records show that I had a broken ankle, the left, long since healed. Father, unknown, and my mother died three.. no make that five years ago in July." She paused as she tried to think of anything else that could identify her as who she said she was. "Why would someone impersonate me and then come straight to the police station to inquire about my death? It's not like I was rich or famous for anyone to really know me outside my small group of friends and a few close family members. There's absolutely nothing to gain by pretending to be me. If I wanted a publicitiy stunt for defying death I would have gone to the news station or some other social media."<br/><br/>She leaned forward and folded her hands on the table as she looked at the agent with an expression as serious as death itself. "Look I understand the line of questioning, I really do, but if no one has solved my murder in two years I highly doubt they're going to unless something super enlightening lands in someone's lap with a flashing neon sign displayed across it. I'd be surprised if they're even still looking and haven't moved on to the next John Doe who was a vicitim of unfortunate cirmcumstance. I just want to know what they know so far and then I'll leave here and you won't see me again."