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"It won't be," he says with a subtle sigh. "It will be a pain in the rear for me, specifically."

He's so straight-laced he doesn't even swear in the mildest sense- she'll know when they're in serious trouble when he says 'damn.' Learning English from 1950s TV does that to a guy's lexicon.

"As always, I'm saddled with the strange." His reputation proceeds him there. When the weird arrives, put it on Jones' desk. Sometimes they're just Earthly oddity, cunning crimes or terrible tragedies that make no sense. On a few rare occasions, they have been something supernatural- odd aliens, interdimensional interlopers, mad science. Morgaine le Fey, once. "I'm sure you'll be of assistance."

Traffic is good this time of night, and he likes the way the street lights give a flow between clarity and darkness. The poet in him likes it as a metaphor.

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"I know. I was trying to cushion the blow." Her smile widens as she says it. It's one of those jokes that's funny because it's not funny. One of those moments where you have to smile about it anyway because the alternative isn't really an option at all. Once seized by the drive to do something, there's really no way to go but forward.

"I'll do whatever I can to help." Karen's not much of a fighter - she carries a gun and a container of mace, and she'll defend herself when she has to. She's more the type to talk her way out of a tight corner. But she'll still chase down every lead and use every resource available to her when there's something that needs to get done.

Her head turns so she can watch out the window of the car for a moment. "Ever get suspicious when it's this quiet at night?"