[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/741b869666dcedabb5db754f3516714c/tumblr_inline_n0rc7slOyI1rsud01.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Memorial; Room 2319[/center][hr][hr][color=00ccff]"I'm not sure filleting him would be legal..."[/color] Cecily murmured, still staring at the helpless old man. Accepting the clipboard from Gregory, a mischievous smirk graced her lips. [color=00ccff]"I'm a forensic scientist specializing in toxicology, not a doctor,"[/color] she teased, mocking his trademark quote. However, she nodded at Gregory, chewing on her lip slightly as she glanced down the sheet. The tests were, indeed, rather similar to the ones that she had to run constantly. No alcohol had been in his system, and given that there wasn't an overwhelming scent of bitter almonds, she ruled out cyanide poisoning as well. 

[color=00ccff]"He wasn't drunk,"[/color] Cecily answered, handing the charts back over to Gregory. [color=00ccff]"They were running tests for substances on him, couldn't find a trace of anything. It [i]is[/i] possible that there is something in him, something they weren't looking for so they didn't detect, but it certainly isn't alcohol."[/color]

Despite the news, she was beaming. She never had felt more in her element. Poisoning cases were going out of style, due to the advancements in detection. Whenever she got to use her specific skill set, though, it always made her feel bliss. It beat running ballistic reports or securing a crime scene any day. 

She sighed a bit, hearing Wallace mumble more and more incoherent phrases. [i]What the hell did Prosrnee mean?[/i] She racked her brain for any possible meaning behind it. Jessica Jones would have known what it meant. Forcing a smile at Wallace, she nodded as if she understood. [color=00ccff]"Okay, let's see.... Is Prosrnee a name? Blink once for yes, twice for no..."[/color]