"Well, sir... It's forcing my hand in several questions. First: Why do you dress as a woman? The second? A BLonde? Come on! I would have pegged you for a redhead, any day." A small smile crept over her features before fading. "Your secret is as safe with me as any other, sir."<br/><br/>She looks back to the case and slips the manilla folder across the desk to him.<br/><br/>"Fucked to death, Sir? That's the most obvious, and therefore probably wrong conclusion. What's your feelings on this case?" She looks up to him, no judgement in her eyes or anger at him not telling her. Unbeknownst to him, she was playing out one of her favorite fantasies, masturbating in public. Not that she'd never done it before, mind you. Or never done it while -trying- to hold a conversation. But she'd never done it while talking with the Coordinator, and that made her feel positively slutty...