“This is definitely not good. Not good at all.”
She says this rapidly, trying her best to balance her visor on her head while stepping over the police tape - nearly tripping into several of the police officers in the process. Some threw their hands up in frustration as she pulled out her tablet, powering it on with the familiar symbol.
She twirls a piece of her hair around her finger, and lets out a soft sigh of discomfort.
“There’s, um... no way this is possible, unless the killer had access to some really, uh... what’s the word? Mercenary-level training and really sharp knives. Or swords. Dammit, I can’t think of it...”
Thinking aloud never really did bring results; but either way, all of those observations were put into the tablet, wherein she rather quickly slides her finger towards the “SCAN CRIME SCENE” option.
“I hope Judie has her head on straight, or else this is gonna look really bad for the heroes... like, uh...” A pause, as she whips her head to the side and sees him - someone with large glasses and a fairly familiar face - familiar in that he was most definitely on television at some point. This was HIM wasn’t it?
That hero with the mundane name?
“Huh? Wait a second...” She says, hurrying towards him and just barely tripping over the police tape once again. A shout or two was directed her way and she begins to nod rapidly. Indeed, this had to be the guy. Her intuition hadn’t failed her yet.
“You’re the guy, aren’t you? Urm, Arthur, right? That makes you either a witness or someone with valuable information.”