<ul>His answer was barely helpful. Lilly needed  more information from him to ascertain whether she could trust him or not, but she didn't want to push too many buttons and set off alarms. Remembering her manners, she smiled at his small joke, though her mind was preoccupied elsewhere. Eyeing his drink for a moment, she finally sighed and took another sip of her own.<br/><br/>"Do you happen to know if any of your colleagues have been called down to any of these crime scenes?  I know it's a stretch, given that you work with blood disorders and the like, but if any of them had, it would be interesting to get their perspective in all of this." It was a bit of a stretch, but why else would the cult leader be interested in Amsu? Perhaps he had worked on one of the cases, and they wanted to pay for his silence. Or worse...  <br/><br/>Unless...unless the exotic looking hemopathologist had a deeper secret that he had not shared with her. It dawned on Lilly that they barely knew each other, and yet their lives were already far more intertwined than he possibly imagine. <br/><br/>Glancing across at his features, the woman wanted to trust him, and in her gut felt that she should. However, her gut feeling was little to go on, despite the immediate connection she had felt with Amsu. Even now, in the dim lighting, his eyes shone so fiercely, both terrifying and fascinating her. If he could just give her one small sign or clue that he was trustworthy...If only.<br/></ul>