Kent sensed another come into the apartment. Standing up straight and frowning. He really didn't work well with others. They couldn't get past his eccentricities. He looked at her. "The question is who are you and why are you here?" He said with a calm expression. "I will never reveal my true name. I am working a case. You may call me Holmes. I am the living embodiement of Sherlock Holmes. Now don't move or you will mess up the clues I am solving and demixing." He said with a frown. "You don't need to be annoyed with me I am doing my job. My job is to solve this case. You were taken off the case because someone you were close to was murdered here. I am guessing based on the fact the police or agents don't just return to crime scenes in common everyday clothing unless they aren't supposed to be there. Curious. Now why would you risk your livelyhood like that? Was the deceased a close friend? Hmm? Maybe a family member?" He said simply.