Angela looked up with a start.  She hadn't even notice Raia approaching until he spoke.  She shook herself mentally.  She was a cop now.  She'd have to get used to this kind of stuff.  Still, it was hard.  Something about the suspect bothered her.  She wondered if she recognized him from somewhere?  Searching her memory, she decided that no, that wasn't the case.  Still... something about him...<br/><br/>And then it was gone, Raia's voice interupting her thoughts.  She was almost thankful for it.<br/><br/>"Yes.  I'm ok.  Just... "  she examined the drawing again.  "Something... I don't know how to explain it, but something bothers me about this.  About him..."  she pointed to the composite drawing for the benefit of the sargeant.  "Just can't put my finger on it."