Gavin laid into his sandwich while Abby began to answer his question. He smiled as he chewed, noticing just how much of a monstrous portion the sergeant herself was setting to consume. Though Gavin had little reason to think otherwise of Abigail Larson, it was a refreshing sight to see an attractive woman who could appreciate a hearty meal. 

As Abby continued with her answer, Gavin nodded with a swallow. Of course there were people with varying lengths of shift work, he should have known that much. His shift was indeed going to be longer than most, and they were dozens of other jobs that required more technical knowledge and experience than the remainder of the human race had to spare so every shift was of equal duration.

“You’re right, of course.” Gavin said to Abby. “I should have let that question rattle around in my own head a bit longer before I chose to spit it out. Must be going senile,” he smirked.

Placing his sandwich upon the plate, Gavin wiped at his mouth with a napkin. His brow drew down into a more serious expression. “The reason I did ask, however, was just to sate some rather ugly curiosity. At first blush, it truly seems to me that Sylas Adams lacks the capacity, force of will, and even technical wherewithal to carry out the crimes he committed...”

Gavin let his last statement linger in the kitchen for a moment. His blue eyes turned up to look at Dr. Park for a moment, then turned to gaze at the blond haired security officer seated nearby.

“…At least, [i]alone[/i].”