He wasn't too thrilled about being on a clock, but he assumed this was about as good as it was going to get in Holy Springs. That, and six and a half minutes was enough to get some kind of basic knowledge to work with. He stepped outside, where it remained to feel like downpour lingered in the clouds. He eyed her as she lit her cigarette, and his expression remained undefined. In his head, he was thinking of exactly what words to use, as they made all the difference in these scenarios. If there was one thing his experience had taught him, it was that.<br/><br/>He yanked a notepad from his back pocket, his attire was formal, with basic black and white colors. Presentation was key in some scenarios, which is why he assumed police detectives wore suit clothes as well. He scribbled her full name on the top of the page, deciding she was note worthy. He was unsure if she was truly a person of interest in this case, but there was no best place to start, and starting here was at least not forced.<br/><br/>"I wanted to ask you about your occupation and involvement in Holy Springs." Robert said, leaning his head back up from the notepad to look at her. "Can you tell me what it is that you do here? Have you lived in this town your entire life?" Robert asked, he was ready to take notes the second she answered. "Did you have any note worthy relationships to any of the victims?" He asked, while his expression evolved into a more curious one.