He could see the wheels spinning in her head, but he couldn’t be sure of what the subject was up there.  Sure, part of him thought it was him, his story, and him being new, but he didn’t know that and didn’t want to be too presumptuous.  The truth of the matter though, was that if she WAS, it wasn’t a surprise.  It was all part of the first day.

Yes.  He hated first days.

He didn’t understand the issues that went along with being an enhancer and he probably never would unless she, or another, explained it.  It just wasn’t something someone outside of that circle would think about or imagine.  Most other, if not all, other SNs were looked at as “cool” and as being envied for being able to do unimaginable things.   In a way, it was like they were viewed as rock stars, including the negativity, self destruction--the metaphorical double edged sword.

While he was mundane, he did understand certain aspects of the things supernaturals went through.  As an eccentric, he had to worry about perceptions and how people would react if they knew he was capable of “abnormal” things.  Basically, there was that issue with wanting to be viewed as normal, not as a thing that can do something.  

As she continued, he kept his eyes on the road, nodding occasionally if she happened to be looking his way, just so she knew he wasn’t just blowing her off.  After she mentioned how long she’d worked there, he nodded and then things got quiet for a shot moment.  He was about to ask a question about her time in and keep dialogue open in that area when she started talking about the task at hand.  

He bristled slightly at the ‘just to make it clear’ part of her statement but didn’t say anything and tried to brush it away.  It just seemed as if she thought he was going to kick down a door, or start shaking down people.  He wrote it off as just her being unsure of his methods, which was completely understandable.  It just wasn’t his nature to assume the worst of people.  Then again, he understood with all the questions floating around.  While it was completely unnecessary, he did appreciate her giving him a bit of breathing room and reassurance, and he turned the vehicle to the left.  He knew where he was going, but it didn’t matter if she felt like guiding.

They pulled to the address a bit later and parked the car.  While he didn’t make mention of it, he was extremely particular about how and why he did certain things.  He made sure that the vehicle was parked in a manner that would allow then to drive straight out, but also one that would allow them room to turn the vehicle around in one motion if necessary.  From the moment they were near the neighborhood, he went into a different kind of zone.  Looking at him, it could be noted that he was simply more focused.  His eyes were always moving.  He was taking in the entire scene.  Part of this was from his military time, some from his detective and beat cop time.  

In his experience, he noted there were different kinds of detectives, or in this case, agents.  He was slightly unsure about Asselta and the other agents, but part of that was his own issues with being hyper vigilant.  He had been in all kinds of situations and environments where things can go from calm to a shitstorm in the matter of a few seconds, and generally, you could either see the storm coming and take measures, or get swept away and hope for the best.  

Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.  

He turned the car off and continued to scan the area, waiting for Asselta to take the lead.  "[b][color=0072bc]Well, we're here.  All set[/color][/b]?"