<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">She was eager. Eager was good. But eager was also dangerous, as he knew perfectly well. He's gotten in a handful of sticky situations because of a lack of patience caused by anticipation. Situations he'd wish he'd never be in again.  He'll have to keep a close eye on her to make sure she didn't do the same. Which was perfect because now he was a glorified baby sitter. Great. Thanks Jared. But at least it was clear where her loyalties lie. No one obviously told her that he couldn't care less about "uniforms". He was a detective, not a police officer. His only uniform was a badge and a gun. <br/><br/>"Wear whatever you want as long as you can run." He does a lot of that. "I do a lot of that." He hoped she could keep up."Just stay close." He glanced at her again, his eyes skimming from head to toes. Best he actually remembered what she looked liked. But then again, Heterochromia was a pretty significant identifier. He probably won't need to worry about that much. But this anxiousness... that may be a problem. How has she been here? Five minutes? And she's already spewing facts about chess pieces in the old times. Her resource gathering was impressive he had to admit, but the Burns case is the first thing they need to address. Once he had a look at that, then he could see if he could connect the chess piece to something. Maybe someone in the family notably played chess a lot. <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Gale hardly nodded when listening to her description, however, he gave an affirmative nod at the end, despite looking at the dirty wall. "Alright. After Jarod gets back with that case file and we take a look at that we'll see if we need to address that blacksmith shop." He didn't understand the connection about it being cheaper there, though. One, they didn't know when the chess piece was bought, it could have been years ago. Two, when did a killer ever buy something because it was cheaper? He  couldn't recall any, but everyone is different, as usual. Perhaps this was a homeless man who just fancied chess and pretty woman and couldn't afford a fancy chess piece. He'll humor her on that fact, but it wasn't likely. However, she did seem to know what she was doing, unlike half the people here. But did that translate into wit at all? <br/><br/>Noting that Jared was taking his sweet time on getting back, Gale looked at the scene as a whole. "Tell me a little bit about yourself. What do you see in all of this?' His gloved hand vaguely gestured around to the crime at hand and the people doing whatever they do. "What catches your eye?" </span></span></span></td></tr></table>