( It seems to be a universal rule that everywhere she goes, the local law enforcment is utterly incapable of making a good pot of coffee. In Texas it was cheap, too weak, and tepid. In Wisconsin it was too strong and the department was out of cream and sugar. Here, it is burnt and cold. Still, she has poured out two servings into small styrofoam cups. One for her, and one for Laurie Strode. The men all agreed that it was best to send Dana in to talk to her. "Woman to woman." There is an expectation of female agents of an inborn delicacy an innate ability to coddle victims of horrible crimes. In truth though, Scully has never had a very good bedside manner. Heels clicking on concrete floors, she enters the office in which they've situated the girl. She tries a smile. It falls flat. )
❝ Laurie. I'm Dana. I brought you some coffee? I don't know how you take it, but I nabbed a few packets of sugar and creamer for you too. ❞
