Jasper stumbled a little, a growl leaving her throat at the nudge. The growl was an instinct that she couldn't quite suppress in time. Luckily, it didn't seem he had heard her. Maybe. She hoped not. The last thing she needed was to challenge the strange man that now smelled like blood and death. What a lovely combination to find outside the wild...And by lovely, she wished she had never found it. It was a combination that never meant well. It was a combination that was so unique to specific things that by simply smelling them, she could make a lot of assumptions and have them be right.<br/><br/>Though as she moved back towards the kitchen, she figured this time, many of the assumptions would be wrong. After all, did she just not see them all at a crime scene? That would explain the smell of both blood and death. Something told her it went deeper than that though and she promptly tried to forget about them. Really, how hard could that be?<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Turning her head slightly to get a look at the woman, Unknown nodded slowly. "Yes. I see her Morgan. Do you think she can help us or should we do a double check for cyanide pills?" Last thing they needed was another death like Martha's. Especially in such a public place as this. While there wasn't a lot of people, there were just enough to make attempting to cover up this suicidal death like Martha's would be impossible. Or at the very least highly unlikely.