Piper hesitated in her typing, feeling the weight of the man's stare. And when she slowly returned the gaze, she felt judged, but only hardened her glare in response. Had it been anyone else, she might have childishly stuck her tongue out at them for staring. However, he seemed to be much more than the average townie and much more perceptive. And with that in mind, even through the hangover, her curiosity was triggered. Her typing resumed, but slower than it was before as she slowly looked back to her work, listening to their conversation. 

The man introduced himself as Carver. It was a less than pleasant sounding name, but it fit him. She suddenly worked quickly, confirming the numbers--now she would just have to wait for the card to process. "I'm Piper," she said, inserting herself into the conversation to kill the time with the recent...animal attacks suddenly in the back of her mind. "What 'assessments'? What hunch? Why isn't Officer Pri-- Pierce here himself?" She leaned forward on the desk, gaze flickering between the two men. Neither were from the small town as far as she could tell. 

Maybe if an officer stood in Carver's place, she might've butt out. Though, within the confines of [i]her[/i] workspace with two strangers, she felt more emboldened than usual. Like Chris, she was picking up on something...more, but she couldn't quite place it especially as an outsider to the details. 

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