Kaitha hugged her jacket close to her sides. She knew it was unsafe to walk the streets alone, but she was always armed and prepared. Anyhow, she prefered to walk. Rather than drive. She just didn't like driving, for some odd reason. Maybe it had something to do with her alcohol problem? Clearing her head of these thoughts, she opened the door to the diner and looked around for her partner.<br/><br/>They had been working on this case since she could remember. It tired her, stressed her, and absolutely frustrated her. The faster they solved it, the faster she could move on. But it seemed impossible. She had given up long ago, but wasn't about to tell him that. Sitting down at the table, she gave a small smile in his direction and took off her jacket. She was wearing a brown shirt with small, plain beads, and dark blue skinny jeans. Along with black vans.<br/><br/>"Hey, Sol." She said, stretching slightly and leaning back comfortably in her chair. "Got any leads?" She asked, obviously uninterested in the answer. She could practically predict it. It was either a usual no, or a lead that led.. well, nowhere.