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Adri had her clipboard tucked under her arm, the other working its way out of her sweatshirt, revealing a white dress shirt tucked in at the waist. Looking the role was half the part when it came to getting information, and this was one of those times where being done up would make all the difference. She paused, half out of the thick fabric, to catch the camera in her arms. They curled inwards, pulling the weight into her chest, for a moment forgetting that no one here was [I]normal[/I] and wondering how he had managed to toss it over with such ease.

She looked to the camera and then back at him as she gently placed it on the ground to pull her other arm out of its sleeve. “You touched the body before you took photos?!”

Adri sounded downright [i]scandalized[/i]. Really, it was mainly to be dramatic, and she would never have commented if it had been someone else; Al was the only other person here who would know anything about standard operating procedures, and nothing the Sunday Group did was really standard. It was not at all unusual to discover that scenes [I]couldn’t[/I] be photographed. There was the slightest bit of actual horror, only because she liked to work in an orderly fashion. She had long ago learned to shrug her shoulders and let it go; that didn’t lessen her confusion as to how anyone else got anything done.

“I’ll grab a few photos and we can head over, sound good?” she asked, looking over to Blythe as she folded her sleeves up. She looked more like Adri’s mom than Adri did; Adri had turned out like a darker version of her father, but with features just vaguely exotic enough to make people question where she was from.

[I]Now, where did you come from?[/I] she mused to herself as she started snapping photos of the corpse, one at this angle, one at that angle, whipping out a pair of gloves to turn the body get snaps of its front. You could tell where the face was, of course, but the black substance obscured and distorted everything.

Down the alley this way. Down the alley that way. From the opposite wall to the body. From the body to the opposite wall. She was efficient but thorough with her choices. A few more and she decided she had enough.

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are.”