Klara straightened and looked at the Investigator.
"Please. I'm sure that me not standing out like this can only help with whatever mission we've been given."
This was something of a test. Now that she's actually referenced what they're supposed to be doing, she could see how much Doctor Graham was going to share with her.
Well. Unless it turned out her seeming social ineptitude extended to not being able to pick up on the hint.
Klara picked up her drink and took several large gulps, obviously more interested in finishing it than tasting it, and set down the now mostly empty cup.
"I think I'm having flashbacks. We banned Boris from the coffee machine after Victor got sick from drinking it."
She stared down at the cup. The coffee in her stomach seemed to be churning in a very unpleasant manner, and somehow she doubted it was because of the lacking quality of the drink.
Shaking her head to clear it of unwanted thoughts of dead men, she looked up at her handler.
"Are you done? We should probably get going."
Hmmm... It would be prudent to share what she knew, as regards to the case. A strange ghoul murdering other ghouls with the strangest of equipments - a quinque weapon. It was certainly perplexing, especially the implications one can draw from that. So, it would certainly be a good idea to keep Klara up to date.
"Of course. You're a dead giveaway." Erin replied. "I will amend my mistake to you soon."
Seeing her partner chugged down the subpar beverage, she nodded and got up from her table. It was nice to hear a little more about her young partner. Made her more of a person, and not just another faceless colleague.
"Yes, we are done here." With that said, she lead the girl back to headquarter, intending to retrieve lost belongings. It was a nice short walk, which was good since time was a resource after all. And resources should be used responsibly.
Leafing through the storage area, she could only find a mask belonging to Klara. Unfortunately, the rest of her wardrobe was incinerated. The only one she could share with the young ghoul would be some spare outfit in her locker. And judging by Klara's size, they may be a little loose on her. But they will have to make do for now.
"I must apologize again, it seems this was the only thing I could find of yours." She said dejectedly, handing the mask to its rightful owner. "I have some spare clothing in case of emergency, but they may fit loosely with your frame. We will have to buy you new ones later." Erin sighed, she could feel that she was not making the best of first impressions to her partner.
"Come, this way to my locker." Leaving the room last, making sure that everything was in order before closing the door, Erin lead her partner to the lockers room. Where a pair of cheap blouse and khaki awaited them. Swiftly unlocking her locker, she pulled out the spare. Handing them to Klara, she turned around and elected to look over the case files.
"Our target is a ghoul known as the Bonesmith..."
(Blah, blah, exposition, exposition)
"...And that's what we currently have on them. Most curiously, though, Victim #3's death was clean compared to the others, and the timing of his death is certainly most suspicious. This case might be more complicated than it first looks. Hmm...." Lost in her own little bubble, many things began racing in her mind. Something was off with Victim #3's death, the timing and manner of his death, and not to mention his relations with Victim #2. There was a distinct possibility that all four victims shared a common trait, besides being a ghoul that is. They had to be related, somehow...
And then there was the other thing. Too many ghouls were involved. It was almost as if someone was trying to stir up troubles in Detroit by supplying all these ghouls with quinque weapons. From what she could read from her files, Bonesmith did not seemed the type to do this, they were noted to be cautious. If anything, the Italians were probably the ones behind the mess with Bonesmith, since most of the supplies came from them. But what would they gain from causing this chaos?
Hmmm.....
"Klara, what do you think?" Turning around, seeing that Klara had finished dressing up, Erin showed her the aforementioned case files. After hearing her input, she had to meet up with the rest of her fellow investigators and see what they think about this case. It seemed... odd. That was the best she could come with right now.