Meya looks at Duko. Waiting and watching him. He seemed to have zoned out and she found this humorous as he was such a thinker. She had never met men that really thought and made sense. At least not from the popo side of things. Criminals...they always thought. Expecially the ones who weren't newbies at the life of crim thing. He respected her. Which in a twisted sort of way meant she needed to respect him. To some extent at least. He wouldn't ever, as far as she knew right now, get the same respect she would give others from her side of life. It was a matter of time. Only time would tell how he would be treated. How things would go from now on. She looked at him. Wondering just what he was thinking about. Her tail twitching and hitting against the air as she waited. Semi-patiently...waiting.<br/><br/>She had felt his eyes on him when she had moved around. Watching him snap back to focus. Giggling at how long it had taken him. While he was jogging to catch up the door creaked shut by the faint wind in the tunnel. What he wouldn't know, due to her eyes being closed, was that she closed both the door and put the cabinet back in place. The automatic door locked back into place as she started walking. Sniffing the tunnel. Still nobody but her...and now Duko...had been in this place for an extremely long time. She smiled and looked at him. She didn't know much about the ranking system. Looking at him. Glad he respected her enough to treat her with respect. That he wasn't judging her. She was very glad and appreciated it. Neither of which was she actually going to share.<br/><br/>He walked beside her and she kept walking. Stopping and sniffs the air when it split off in three directions. "We go to someplace away from there. Your going to say we took the side exit, which leads into the alley way, and that we went to follow a lead. Which I planned to do anyways." She says simply. Looking at him. "I planned to follow a lead. It isn't really legal so if you come with...which you have to do...your going to keep your mouth shut. Blindfold yourself if you must. Going to some really old contacts. I'm investigating a serial killer and don't need anybody blowing it. I overheard some agents trying to solve the case. At the rate their going the guy will kill many times before they catch him. He rapes the women he kills. So I plan to bring him in. Rapists always piss me off." She says.<br/><br/>Covering his mouth and her ears twitch. "North....upper city. East...dumpyard. West....pier." She says. SImply by scents and sounds. "We're going west." She says. Turning and takes the left tunnel. "Nobody would know how to get in here anyways. I'm the only one that knows it is even still there. This used to be, a long time ago, a place for illegal slave trade. By in the 1800s." She explains. Leading him up an uphill slope. Turning with the tunnel. Then kicks open the door at the end. Fading sunlight revealed the pier. The lower side no one usually went to. She leads him out. Waiting until he is out and shuts the door. Hiding it with the ivy.<br/><br/>She looks at him. "Want to help me bring in the serial killer rapist? If you do...you have to listen to what I say. Even if it bends or breaks your rule book a little bit. Otherwise...I tie you up. Gag you. Drop you off at the presinct and keep it moving. I know we're showing each other respect but...I won't let this one get away because of rule books. I want to stop him. Even the criminal world has a code of conduct book. The mafia people don't like rapists. Call them the low lifes of the criminal world. The baby crooks." She says. "Either way...they and pedifilers are highly dissed in our world." She says. Yes saying "our" instead of "their". She looks at him. "My people all know why I do what I do. Even knowing I have to occasionally bring them in, possibly lock them up, they all trust and respect me. I am one of them. I am not one of your people." She looks away. "I learned that I would never be treated like one of your people within the first six months. Anyways..."<br/><br/>She changed the subject. Looking at him. "If your with...we're taking you to my pad. We're gonna get you some better threads that will help you blend in. Keep them from clamming up. The way you are now...they clam up tighter than a newly corked bottle of wine." She grins a bit. "Just think of it as an adventure. You'll have fun. All you need to do is keep your mouth shut. Never speak of what you see. Keep what isn't important from the fat man. You'll be treated with respect by my peeps. Expecially since your my partner. They'll hold you on a higher pedastal than if you weren't."