"For the same things as you, Monsieur." She explained as the aircraft began it's final decent toward the earth far below them.  The shift made everything on tables and even a few people on chairs slide off to the side and level again.  "I weas asked by Le Guardier de France to investigate.  I have a superior skill with profiling and the ability to, you say, read ahead. It is really nothing special; talk to a few people, develope a pattern of activity and plot the next move. Like chess." Her placid smile became a kind of wily grin.  "Do you play chess, Monsieur Southwell?"<br/><br/>The derigable made another turn, and she held on to her now empty glass to keep it from flying away.  She hadn't played a good game of chess in a very long time, figuratively or otherwise.  Her pieces collected dust and her ennoui began to return.  That seemed always to be when she got the call to action, right when things appeared never to look up.  But the allusion to chess, to her, was a little more than a game.  It could mean any number of things and depending on how the other detective responded, she would know what it meant to him and more importantly, how to proceed.