With a soft smile, Dean rose to his feet, reached out, and clasped Emily's right hand between both of his. "Ms Allen, how pleasant it is to meet you," he greeted, before a sombre air tainted his previously amiable disposition, "And how terrible the circumstances."<br/><br/>Pausing for just a moment, feeling her hand in his, Dean couldn't help but want to trust this woman; perhaps it was wishful thinking, tinged only slightly by physical attraction, but his immediate thoughts on this woman were only positive. She was petite, and he found her rather pretty, too, appreciative of the large blue eyes and the honeyed hair. Not to mention, the somewhat battered bag and the long dress - his first impressions were off a naturally sweet, innocent girl. Maybe someone with a few troubles in her life, he thought. Besides the murder, of course - or, perhaps,<span style="font-style: italic">related</span>to the murder.<br/><br/>"Please, sit down, sit down. Can I get you a drink?" he offered, pulling out her chair for her and reseating himself in his own. Without waiting for an answer, he waved over the waiter, and sent her another reassuring smile. "I've found that they do great coffee here."<br/><br/>Quietly, he watched her, careful not to be caught staring; he didn't want to come across as creepy, of course, but he needed to know precisely what kind of person she was. Nothing about her had sounded alarm bells in him, not yet. There was something understandably fearful in his eyes, which reassured him in a peculiar way. To him, that was only reinforced by her clutching of her bag, perhaps for security or comfort? Or perhaps she just didn't want to lose it. Then, there was the deep breath and the awkward hovering. Come to think of it, Dean did not doubt that this woman was afraid even for one second. Which figured - she knew someone had been murdered, she had to talk to the police, and she was afraid she might be framed for it. He'd be afraid, too. Hell, he was a little afraid, beneath the charming smile, though not half as much as she seemed to be. No, he sensed only fear and innocence, for now. Whether she seemed honest or not, however, he had not decided.