Carmen stood expectantly while Trenholme toyed with the office supplies. Then expectantly turned to impatiently, then sitting again, lips pursed and eyebrows raised in annoyance.<br/><br/>His seeming insistence on being as vague and mysterious as possible only intensified her annoyance, and her expression morphed into an angry frown at the sight of whatever weird toy he was wearing like a gun.<em>What's this guy's deal? Is he just fucking with me, or is he crazy?</em><br/><br/>"Uh, yea, I bet." Carmen replied dryly as she stood back up, collected her hat, and buckled on her gun. "How about you go ahead and show me this, uh, 'job', and we'll go from there?"<br/><br/><em>If this guy is a weirdo, might as well catch him at it now...</em>