Carson blinked as he saw someone out of the corner of his eye when he looked in a different direction. Whee was she? He looked and tried to ponder out oif the person hiding behind a light pole was Eve. It was really hard to tell from the angle they were at. However the woman got off the car and walked up to him. Apparently it had been eve. He looked at her with no expression. However, she looked extremely hot in her new outfit. So before he thought about it he began to compliment her. "You look...h----different." His compliment quickly halted and turned into a more flat line comment. He did not want to get body slammed again for genuinely complimenting someone. That still made no sense to him why the hell she acted like he was insulting her or degrading her. If he told someone they looked good he actually meant it. It was not a sexual slur or way to get in their pants.<br/><br/>He made a slight face. "It took time to read that packet. It took time to regather myself into a state of this is real...from some unpleasantries that I learned while reading over everything in the packet. Some of it I already knew about but to see it..like that. To see pictures and the reports in detail..." He trailed off. "...it was quite shocking the things that get kept from the public. It brought reality quite literally crashing through my roof..." He trailed off again. It reminded him of memories he had thought he had gotten over. He had moved on but more like he had surpressed the memory. His parents had a different name from him. Last name at least. He changed it to avoid...the pain. To start over and to cope with his loss easier. If he hadn't seen it before his very own eyes it wouldn't have been like that. It would have hurt and what not but it wouldn't have driven him to erase himself in a sense and rewrite himself into society. He hadn't done it flawlessly so there was still a trail that if you were smart you could put two and two together but only if you looked carefully. He looked at her. "You apparently have more patience then I gave you credit for." He said simply. Instead of say anything else. on the matter he had breifly skirted before.<br/><br/>"For the record. This is a one time shot. I help you guys crack the case, sweep it under the rug, and deal with it. If I find it doesn't suit me I'm out. That's it. I helped you and I'm gone. One time shot. Understand? I help you all this one time and if it isn't my thing or I don't like dealing with you people I'm gone. No if ands or buts about it. Those are my terms." He said seriously.<br/><br/>He heard her mention going for a ride. At least this time she actually asked him. He followed her over to the car and looked at it. Car was a beauty. He personally prefered walking. It was less hazardous to his health. Plus he couldn't drive. It be like out of a crazy taxi game or fast and the furious. No rules at all. He got in the car after watching her inspect the vehicle which made him arch in eyebrow in curiousity. He then got in himself and shut the door. "What exactly were you looking for anyways?" He asked simply. He crossed his arms. Gauging what she was saying and the body language she was casting off. "You are in deep shit aren't you ice queen?" He said simply. He couldn't compliment her so he was going to hold her at a distance. When he held people at a distance he gave them nicknames that kept him from getting close or sentimental towards or with them.<br/><br/>"You weren't supposed to give me any of that...were you?" He said. He fell silent after that. "On a seperate note you have the awesomest looking car I have seen in quite a long time. Its beautiful and flawless like the day it first came out. An old car. I'd say its a...1967 or 1968 Chevy Impala. I could be wrong though as its been a long time since my mom and I played trivia cars. She knew every car ever made from the inside out." He sighed a bit. Looking out the window. He kind of missed that about her. "In any case you love your car or it wouldn't look showroom new this many years later." He fell silent after that. Just staring out the window. Now what?