He frowns. It was possible that he and his fellow scientists had dealt with blood from the victims.  When the police at any level, local, state, or federal brought in blood for them to analyze, it was usually keep under pretty tight wraps.<br/><br/>He takes a deep breath before answering, her perfume scenting the air. "It's possible we could have come in contact with blood from the crime scenes without being aware of it. We don't always know when and where our samples for testing comes from. We're a work by contract lab. None of us would have been directly called to a crime scene." He pauses for a second, thinking further on what to say. "The closest we get to crime scenes is testifying in court." He gives her a small smile.<br/><br/>His curiosity is peeked. Why ask about his line of professional work? What would a hemopathologists perspective add to an article about vampiric cults? He thinks there's something more than what she's telling him. Time to dig out the old acting skills again.<br/><br/>"Has there been any word on the missing journalists?," he tilts his head to the side, a strand of raven hair falling into his entrancing eyes, true worry in his voice. Using people as shields was the way of cowards in his mind.