"Perhaps just a little." She didn't bother to mention that her prints weren't on file or that they wouldn't believe that he had committed the crime. Well...Depending on what birthday he used and rather or not they had his prints in the digital database. Though she could see his points. She didn't like them, but she could see them. "Then make it look like she hit her head on the coffee table. Or the kitchen cabinet. If it looks like a duck. Quacks like a duck, they will not question it. Even if it is just a wooden thing with a voice recorder inside it."<br/><br/>She looked at the body and made a face. "I am not eating...That. Her blood is wrong. Smells wrong. I would not be surprised if she has tried to change herself into what we are hunting. Maybe that was the point behind the Society." Shrugging, she moved out of the room and down the hallway. "Which one do you think is her bedroom?" If Neo didn't want to leave, fine. She would stay. But she wasn't going to waste the opportunity to check out the house for clues. Maybe they might get lucky and find something Martha overlooked or didn't think would give her away. Maybe.<br/><br/>A knock on the door had her turning around and cursing under her breath. "Shit." She stayed perfectly still, hoping that the window was distorted enough that the unexpected visitor couldn't tell if she was human or shadow.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Jeremi stood back away from the door after knocking and waited. Martha should be home. He was on his patience's list and while she didn't have an appointment today, he figured he would go talk to her and some others on his lunch break. Get to know his new clients and let them get to know him. At least by face. But it looked like she wasn't home. Maybe just a few more seconds of waiting. What could it hurt?