She’s on her hands and knees, not caring that the dirt is ruining her stockings, her gloved fingers feeling the grass. “I don’t know, it might not even be here.” She sniffs, whimpers like a injured dog, but continues. She could buy some more diamond earrings, these weren’t anything special - not a family heirloom, not a gift from a friend, just something she saw in a store window and bought. But Marcie Lindell never loses things. Ever. Nothing misplaced, always labeled and stored properly. Yet, somehow, her earring has fallen off, expensive rock lost, and she’s losing her god damned mind. “You don’t understand...” She’s playing defense, knowing well enough from all the other times people have seen her searching high and low for a missing pen, a hair clip, things replaceable and ready-made. That’s not the point, not in her mind, where everything must be perfect, accounted for, everything in it’s right place. She momentarily gives up, sitting down in the grass, closing her eyes as she tries not to cry. God, she feels so silly and embarrassed, that he’s here and watching this. “Some bird probably ate it.” Marcie tries to laugh, but her huff turns into small hyperventilations, and she bites her lip roughly to stop it. She touches her ear, rubbing where the earring once sat. “T-Thanks for the help, Officer.”