Hurried feet rushed to where he parked his car when a voice sounded in the silent supposedly-empty area. The young detective's hand flew quickly to his gun but it was unnecessary seeing who it was. "Wy--Wylan!? What-- ... " his face grew darker now that he was tracked down by someone from the office. Great, Wylan of all people.
Chrom turned around to hide his irritated face. His right hand run down his face, mentally battling with Ai-Zak who told him that perhaps he could Wylan's skills in a situation like this, and Chrom was deadset on doing this on his own, otherwise whoever is feeding him information might get cold feet and stop sharing.
A heaved sigh before he turns back to Wylan, "There is nothing. So, there is nothing you can help me with." He tried to maintain eye contact with the other but his eyes kept shifting from side to side, a cue to him lying.
Opening the door to his car, he glanced over his shoulder towards the other, "There's nothing to worry about, Wylan. Stop following me like a nanny, okay?"