Rebecca wasn't sure if she liked the term 'meatbags'... especially since it easily could have refered to her as well.  She watched them interact, supressing the urge to turn around and leave.  You're a cop, she told herself.  You can take care of yourself.  Still... something unsettled her about the pair.  She was glad when the bartender served her.  She took a drink of her wine to settle her nerves a bit.<br/><br/>"You're regulars, then."  she said, trying to look impressed.  That was her cover, after all.  Make them think she was interested, wanted to learn more, get them talking.  They didn't seem overly concerned about hiding what she was beginning to suspect... she almost giggled that.  Wholey unprofessional, but she couldn't help it - suspect, hell.  She was sure of it.  They were some sort of... hybred came to mind.  Not quite human.  The link she needed.  Too easy.  She looked them over again, flashing her eyes at each of them in turn, keeping them interested.<br/><br/>"Curiousity... I've heard... rumors."  She kept her voice low, like she was trying to keep a secret.  "I... I wanted to learn if they were true..."