<br/>He seemed to ignore her for a moment, idly fiddling with a stapler he'd found on her desk, leaving Carmen waiting for several long minutes before replying...<br/><br/>"Hmm... exactly? Doing anything exactly is very tricky girl. And to explain? Even trickier." He smiled, seemingly finding her question mildly amusing, "And it's definitely a special something... hmm, task force is, close. You'll be working in a police department. In a big city... far away..."<br/><br/>His voice hand begun to drift a little at the end, but then Trenholme put down the stapler, "It's a job that will involve going away from you home and family for several years. You'll be able to write to them, maybe even call them on occasion, but no chance to visit them. You're uncle seemed to think you'd enjoy that."<br/><br/>He paused and stared past her out the window, a shift in his arm moved his jacket, showing a strange gun at his waist. It appeared to have crystal in the barrel and glowed faintly purple. Still not looking at her, he continued, "Travel will be included, and an open mind is a requirement. Hmm.. you don't get airsick do you? The journey there can be a little rough."