Once they had reached his car and he had unlocked the door she quickly got in to escape the increasingly uncomfortable rain that soaked her form. Giving a shiver she reached to adjust the temperature control in the car and set it to warm as well as turning on the heated seat option beneath her. Her attention was brought back to the agent when he started speaking and she shook her head when he offered the flask to her. She could smell the contents and wasn't interested.<br/><br/>"I don't have any family in the area and would prefer for them to continue to believe I am dead." Her tone bordered between indifference and sorrow at the thought. "I would prefer to visit the scene of the crime first. I don't remember much of that night and perhaps seeing where it happened will jog my memory." She knew that the chances of him actually believing her story were slim, but she would play as if he did for now. "I know that it probably wont provide any insight but it's a start." She sighed. "Solving my own murder definitely wasn't on my list of possible activities in my lifetime.. or second lifetime."<br/><br/>Honestly she never expected anything exciting to happen in her life. She was a loner who reached out to help the community in her own way. Even when she did that though she usually worked on projects alone and then returned to her little apartment to spend her evenings in solitude. It definitely wasn't a glamorous life, but she had been content.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you can help me? You don't have something more pressing to get to? I mean you must be pretty busy being a FBI agent and all."