[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/c76d7e3626f098a673e166923b7bf7e6/tumblr_na9stsfeT71rshr5to6_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr]Cecily realized that she likely touched a bit of a nerve with Caesar, and her blood chilled for a moment from fear. The man had terrified her, but after the day she had spent with him, most of that fear had washed away. And then, for a brief moment, it came back. But a moment later, Cecily smiled a bit, the anxiety fading away rapidly. She wasn't quite in the mood for needing another round of therapy, after all. And with how much they paid her, she couldn't quite afford it as well. 

[color=00ccff]"Bloody hell,"[/color] Cecily murmured, hearing Roy's news. Club Afterdark? The very place where Lorna's matchbox had come from? At any rate, it'd be swarming with cops for at least the evening. Forensic teams would be called in eventually, but Natasha and Cecily would have their hands full at the morgue. However, it also meant there'd be no one available for Caesar to question. 

As Roy asked again, Cecily's eyes darted towards Natasha. The woman was sick and she was working away at her job. She had removed a bullet from Cecily's shoulder, no questions asked. There seemed to be very little reason to hold out information, and she trusted Roy. [color=00ccff]"We were collecting evidence samples from Queensguard,"[/color] Cecily explained. [color=00ccff]"If it wasn't for Caesar and Natasha, I'd be the next stiff on the table."[/color]

She figured Caesar could fill Roy in from there. Careful not to move her shoulder, Cecily then set herself to the task of helping Natasha prep the tables. They'd have a busy night ahead of them. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/27ce025b1363da5dae16a27cbf2c9c9b/tumblr_momh4yMx3U1qim9e4o4_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building[/center][hr][hr]As the door to her office creaked open, Iris realized that it wasn't in perhaps the most pristine condition possible. Cynthia had scattered papers in the room, including the mangled photograph, and then had moved her chair to be adjacent to Iris. However, Iris smiled softly at seeing the happiness on Cynthia's face. It might have been a deranged happiness, yes, but it was happiness nonetheless. 

[color=99ccff]"You presume correctly,"[/color] Iris replied with a smile, rising from her seat to shake Relic's hand. [color=99ccff]"And who is your colleague, Mr. Relic?"[/color] Iris then asked, the smile fading ever so slightly. The more unknown variables in an asylum, the less secure it tended to be. And with her patient joining her behind the desk, safety had already been sacrificed. 

[color=99ccff]"My patient was quite keen on seeing you immediately,"[/color] Iris explained, gesturing towards Cynthia. [color=99ccff]"Please address her as Valentine."[/color] She didn't feel it would be the very best to call Cynthia by her legal name. The patient-doctor relationship was all about trust, and it was not unusual for women to have different names to go by in the asylum. However, Valentine in itself was a peculiar choice for Cynthia. 

[color=99ccff]"Now, I do believe you had some information you wished to discuss,"[/color] Iris continued, looking at Relic expectantly.