Hearing the elevator door open she closes the book she was reading and slips it into her purse, raising an eyebrow slightly at the emotional torrent that steps out the door.  She waits a moment for him to turn around and nods slightly to him, "Beatrice St. Croix, enforcement division...and yes, while we're normally happy to stay out of the way, its not every day the owner of one of the largest casino's is murdered."<br/><br/>She glances towards the roof where the body is briefly, then back to him, "I knew him, albeit really only professionally, before.  And what I know of the crime at the moment?  Little beyond what I can see from the door."  She shrugs a bit, the gray shawl lifting with her, and lets the cane slide from where its hooked in the crook of her arm down to her hand, catching it lightly.  "If you would mind sharing what you can?"<br/><br/>((I don't know if you'll recognize it, but her 'shawl' is her warden cloak, pinned and folded so its a bit less attention getting.))