Cara had a habit of gazing at sources of her wariness with a significant degree of intensity, and she caught the nearly imperceptible shift in the stranger’s focus to a narrower one, and even if eye contact was not present in either level of focus, the abruptness indicated some sort of surprise. The minuscule, though unintentional, result of catching her off guard offered the scientist a small sense of victory. But given the way that the newcomer was poking around the crime scene, the woman clearly was neither unfamiliar with morbidity nor with crime scenes in general, nor apparently the medico-legal team present given her claims. Her moves haven’t been monitored, and she didn’t look particularly delicate in this crime scene that was rather delicate itself.
Furthermore, with the revelation that the new arrival had been the one to discover the body and didn’t even flinch when she surveyed the body and the freshly bloody scene was just… curious. But Cara was only armed with the intention of pursuing her initial motivation and moving on, until the unofficial visitor asked a question that skewed that attempt. In a split second, Cara decided to leave her own questions for the end, which would really only disrupt the process of possibly having a fascinating conversation.
She’s not a fan of instigating small talk, but they’re technically talking about work, and Cara’s intuition planted her feet in the ground, in position to find out more from this woman, whose character she’s already internalized more shrewdly than the introductions that were never exchanged… who had enough ties to the relevant authority to gallivant around the crime scene without supervision, enough obvious prior expertise in some applicable area that required “gallivanting around crime scenes”, so Cara raised her eyebrows before answering her question — though not in a way that would prove her unfriendly.
“Empty?” Cara pushed a lock of unruly hair behind her right ear, proceeding to allow her inspecting eyes to spider around the spot she occupied. “Of what, paranormal activity?” Realizing that that might come off rather rudely but also maintaining some strange faith that she wouldn’t exactly get reamed for slight lippiness, she continued while one hand swiftly regarded the area around them, “If anything, I’d say that there’s too much shit going on.” But still curious, always probing, she turned a curious eye onto the woman and asked, “However, that’s probably not what you meant.”
“You can’t really rule out paranormal activity when there are a bunch of demons in here.” Claudia teased, a devious smirk making its way to her features after she spoke. Since she knew she wouldn’t be at the crime scene for long, she thought it was appropriate to make at least one sly dig toward some of the detectives working the crime scene. A few morticians also, since one too many have had to deal with her asking them for favors one too many times. One of them was bound to notice her and send her on her merry way. She knew it was only a matter of time. And even though the woman’s colorful language made it look like she would get the joke, Claudia knew there was a one-percent possibility that she was a buzzkill like the rest of them. “But I get what you mean. It is hectic in here.”
Placing her hands in her jacket’s pockets, she glanced removed her focus away from the woman and let her eyes stray back to empty walls. “What I mean is...It doesn’t look like anyone’s lived here. For starters, there are no photos anywhere. I looked in the rooms earlier and I didn’t see any,” she explained, nodding her head. She knew she should have kept out of the rooms, but she had managed to find her way in them during all the chaos. The lack of photos caught her attention, just not enough to ring any alarms. It had taken the blood spatter analyst’s explanation of what she ‘saw’ in the pattern that made the realization loud in her mind. “There’s also like...one sofa in the living room and it’s covered with plastic. I know profiling is usually a bunch of bullshit, but doesn’t that seem off to you?”
Eyeing the dead woman and ignoring everyone around her, she let out a heavy sigh. As she processed what she saw, she wondered why it even mattered. Obviously, she wouldn’t be allowed to work the case. But the thing is, she knew this scene. Seen it before, even. Well not it, but something like it. Very clearly she remembered the scientist say that the killer had made the ‘art work’ on the wall separating both rooms with gloved hands. Her eyes began to squint, her fingers tapping at the side of her thigh. The bloodied hand-prints, the medical background, the eerie emptiness...it all familiar. Her attention fell back to the scientist, “I know you’re probably going to kick me out of here, but I’ve seen something like this before.”
