Leticia blinked. Whoops. She did<em>not</em>mean to lick her lips, nor did she properly judge the detective's powers of observations to her speech and movements. She felt suddenly somewhat small, who the hell underestimates a detective's power to<em>detect</em>?<br/><br/>A few steady breaths and the woman regained herself, rolling her eyes to his cursing. "We'll see about that, I generally like to keep my secret<em>secret</em>." She flashed a quick smirk to Kettering however, and stepped lightly over the now near-deserted rooftop to examine the light.<br/><br/>She only glanced back to the detective once more, feeling a touch self-conscious as the aroma of only hours old blood filled her senses. More than blood really, it was the power behind it that thrilled her, though she did her very best to hide this and focus. "I can touch it now, right?" She called back to him, though didn't wait for a response, figuring that the forensic team had left, all to do now was to clean it anyway.<br/><br/>Breathing steadily, Leticia dragged one carefully manicured finger over a splatter of blood, having congealed and become somewhat flakey in the warm Vegas air. She focused not on the blood, nor it's power, but it's<em>past</em>. Attempting to pull energy in from the area around her to<em>see</em>how the blood was spilled, envision the events leading up to it's escape from the past owner's body. A surreal breeze swept over the rooftop as Leticia concentrated; even a gunshot wouldn't have broken her focus at this point.