“I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t really know what to do with any of this.” Sure, he had ideas, but Lucian couldn’t help but feel a bit out of his depth. Resting against his knee was a pocket sized notebook flipped open to a page where he’d scribbled ideas in the cab on the way over. It seemed kind of straight forward, figure out the poison and from there where it came from and maybe find who supplied it. Mallory probably didn’t want to go to an actual member of law enforcement, he didn’t blame her for that. And it’s not like he thought any of the Rhodes’ would be too kind to her either. Poison’s weren’t really something he was skilled in, but he’d do anything he could to help Mallory out. It’s not like he didn’t have the resources at hand while he was staying at his parents place. “How’d you wind up with this anyways?” He nodded towards the vial of blood on the table in front of the couch before eyeing the original curiously. @mallorybordeaux