<div style="text-align: justify;">Emily knew she needed to get a grip.  Once, because it was obviously annoying to deal with someone so distressed. And two, because the longer she took to calm down, the bigger the chance she would say something that really should not be said. <br/><br/>"I... I might", the young woman replied to Dean's question about being able to travel a short distance from home. Other than just leaving the house for the sake of leaving, she was pretty sure she could muster up some courage and meet the private investigator somewhere. "Don't get me wrong when I say I don't trust myself. I'm just really...  shaken from what I have seen, but there isn't any risk in me leaving the house", she explained.<br/><br/>"If you want to meet me, let me see... ". The woman paused for a moment. Dean could her typing and clicking, as though she had been researching for an adequate place. "How about Red Robin cafe? It's nearby enough for me to get there safely, and quiet enough for a conversation. Do you know where it is, or should I give you coordinates?".<br/><br/>Hmmm... He was willing to go with her to report the crime. That could definitely work to her advantage. If she could get him to do the talking, she would spare herself the hassle of lying. That would work out just fine. Even if he didn't, maybe his presence would grant some legitimacy to her story.<br/><br/>"If you do take my case after we talk, I would be extremely grateful to you should you come with me to report the crime. I do not wish to let this go unreported, naturally".  Emily took a deep breath, feeling more relaxed. Things would work out. All she had to do was to play her cards right.<br/><br/>Falling silent, the young woman waited for the private investigator's reply on where they should meet. First things first, after all.</div>