Akiko turned her eyes to the woman she'd thought already gone to see the Forensics Specialist, and felt oddly heartened that the woman was still here.<br/><br/>"<strong>She...</strong>" Akiko mulled thoughts over in her mind a moment as her voice paused. "<strong>She was quite a woman, from what I can tell. I knew a Sergeant Major much like her, when I was still on active duty.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Shall we go down to see Miss Sciuto?</strong>" Akiko asked, finally shedding her coat to reveal a skin-tight black shirt that glistened in the light of the room, the material made of a moisture-wicking material that had become popular amongst Soldiers and Marines serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. Given that she was not overly endowed for her petite size, as it was not really needed, it was obvious to Sarah that Akiko did not wear a bra either.<br/><br/>"<strong>I was wondering about this legendary Miss Sciuto,</strong>" Akiko remarked. "<strong>She is a figure of myth and legend over at Naval Intelligence. I thought I'd like to meet her myself before we get called off for something or other.</strong>"