Kent looked at her. "Look lady who rudely declined any sense of a name...I'm doing my job." He looked at her and stood up straight. "Solving a case. I work for myself. I am a detective that only gets called in when the morons called the police force haven't the faintest idea what went down." He looked at her. "Yes. Everything has an answer. However the answers usually seem impossible or improbable and in some cases can be both. However, the answer we are looking for here is one that is outside the box." He went back to investigating. He looked at her. "Well then since you already aren't supposed to be here I will give you a vaible and legal reason to be here." He kneeled down and looked her in the eyes. "Be my watson because honestly I don't give a damn if your superiors want you off the crime scene. You otherwise have no legal reason to be here and could be punished to the fullest extent of the law. If they catch you here at least." He crossed his arms. "You be my watson and you can have the perfect excuse to help solve your sisters murder. For I already told them I would be picking a watson."<br/><br/>He stood up again. "Otherwise I'm giving you an ultimatium and that will be that if you refuse I will have to let it slip you snuck back in here. Your choice madam no name." He went back to investigating. Yes...his people skills...generally sucked. Yet this was no game. She either played his way or she played out of his way. There was no two ways about it. He solved some clues and found an even greater clue. "Aha!" He said. Picking it up and studied the strange item that seemed to have once been a pen shaped flashlight.