Elaine had smirked as she watched the girl fumble with the contents of her purse.<br/><br/>It had been clear that this young woman had been someone that was way over her head. Yet if she had been directed to this particular P.I. It meant that she was really in a rough spot, and was in need of a help. Though the particular help that George could offer normally came with a high asking price. She liked the look of the kid though, and found her to be rather cute.  She had stopped with the typing, and had moved from her desk to assists Ann with her paperwork. "Here. Let me help you with this little mess." George's door to his office slammed open. "Hey Elaine! What was with that.." He stopped mid sentence, and peered down to discover the little situation at hand.<br/><br/>"Who the hell are you dame?" He said with a thick, gruff tone.<br/><br/>It was maybe the random manner in which this had unfolded, but for George. There was no such thing as random events. Only cases that have yet to be taken on. He marched over to the two women. His hands placed deep into his coat pockets. "Elaine, mind telling me who our little guest is!?" Elaine had finished assisting Anne with her papers. She stood up, her eyes peered up at George's. "This cute little miss is need of your assitance." George placed one hand out of his pocket, and up beneath his chin. "Oh really!? Well then." He glared towards Ann. "How may I help you miss?"