Well, wasn't the Curator's room familiar... Brighid had seen her fair share of academia, and this really looked JUST like that.  Sure, they were older and whatnot, but it was still the same basic phenomena.  Scholar and clutter both went together, it seemed... still, the old man deserved respect, as all elders did, so she refrained from any quippy jokes.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm detective O'Connell, and this is Detective Johnson." she says, smoothing her skirt out as she takes a seat, as the man had gestured for her to do "We're here in response to your report of a robbery, correct?  We would like to hear a little bit about that, Professor Perkinton."