[looks back at him as he locks the door, already knowing why but... a normal woman would have feared it, especially after locking the door and say he'd fix a drink. yeah, some nice drink that will knock you out and tomorrow you won't remember a thing. but isn't suspicious, and tries to act like having the door locked makes her feel safe, secure. country girl, big city. big safe detective.] Thank you. [offers a smile, setting her purse on the table, pulling a few sheets off the pack of paper inside, going to work on folding some more little flowers, setting them in the center of his table since it's covered in folders and notes and... this place could use a woman's touch, it reeks of man. not in scent, but in style.]
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