Meya looks at him. Looking to him for the answer to her question. After all he had received the case from the boss...not her. She wouldn't know anything until he told her. She listens as he began to fill her in. Nodding her head and sighs. The regulars were evil...more evil than even the darker sides of the streets. The people like the mafia and the underground networks. Regulars and uniques in those types of situations lived together. Stuck together and never hurt one another. Something told her whoever murdered this woman was one of the ones on the "right" side of the tracks. She knew her peeps wouldn't do something to one of their own. Meant it was an outsider. She made a mental note to snoop around and dig up some intel from her peeps. When she wasn't on shift of course. She looks at him and nods her head. "Alright. We go then." She pulled out of the alley way...deeper down in it...a beautiful set of hand built motorcycles. "You can ride one of my babies...made them by hand." She says with a soft smile. She climbed onto her bike and would follow him to the scene of the crime.