Isabeau smirked, placed her hands on her hips. "I sleep, and you damn well know it Jo." She said, turning to face her partner. "The fact that I keep different hours than the rest of you.... people.... is a different matter entirely. As a matter of fact, maybe it's you lot who keep the weird hours."<br/><br/>Jo chuckled, made his way over to her. "No, it's definitely you that keeps the strange hours Isabeau." He placed a hand on her shoulder and grinned at her. "But, we'll forgive you, seeing as how you're such a badass and all."<br/><br/>Isabeau tensed at Jo's hand on her shoulder, relaxed a little when he grinned at her. Only Jo could joke with her like this. After all the years of her lonely existence, it was nice to finally have someone with which to just be friends. Even if only for a little while.<br/><br/>The scene around them was making her anxious. Death shouldn't be making her this nervous, not after all of the death she herself had caused. Especially after what she had seen during the Dark Ages. Something simply was not right. For just a moment, it felt as though the killer was mocking her.<br/><br/>"Do you need to go Isabeau?" Jo asked, noting the change in her posture. "I can handle things from here, and I'll have Forensics send over anything they find."<br/><br/>Isabeau nodded, turned to the door. "Yes, please do that Jo." She took a few steps, turned back. "Have them send over every detail. All the reports, photos, everything." She waited for his silent nod, then left the building in silence.