[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily[/color] & [color=99ccff]Iris[/color][/h1][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building [/center][hr][hr]	Cecily looked up from her phone and nodded. She had been mulling over the information she found, as well as Caesar's news that he had a former associate at the prison. It would've been a stroke of luck if the person was still alive, they might have been able to provide an identification. At the moment, it felt a bit like chasing Lash in [i]Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.[/i] but not knowing his true identity. At the moment, all they had was a codename and the name of a prison Proserpine did time at. 

	[color=00ccff]"Yeah, Cecily Ashworth, pleased to meet you,"[/color] Cecily replied. [color=00ccff]"I was called over here to examine the scene, the orderly's body and whatnot..."[/color]

	Iris nodded. She knew that Marc Tinder went to high school with Cynthia. It was all in the girl's files and Iris had been blessed with the useful skill of a photographic memory. It made achieving all she did at such a young age so much easier than it could have been. But as for Cynthia's file, she figured Agent Tinder could make good use of that. Most of her notes on Cynthia had been mental ones, but she could either jot them down for him if he liked or she could simply tell him them. The thing that interested her the most was the way that Cynthia appeared to adapt the mindset of the murderer in these sort of situations, despite being innocent herself. It reminded her of an early warning system, almost. 

	[color=99ccff]"Bien sûr, I'll go fetch them,"[/color] Iris informed Marc, smiling a bit as he squeezed her shoulder and went about his own business. Having a sense of use was helping to improve her mood and keep her focused. She hurried off to her office and searched through her drawers, before finally coming upon Cynthia's file. Grabbing it, she hurried back towards the hallway from hell.

	Cecily was less than impressed with the SWAT team's response time, sighing slightly. The justice system in Justice wasn't that remarkable, especially when the police only showed up so late. Roy still hadn't messaged her either, a fact that was beginning to weigh on her. Either he was dirty or he was dead, she figured. Things seemed to go that way lately. She nodded as Caesar asked if she was good to go. Most of the intensive work on the scene would be done by now, she figured, and the grunts could finish up. It was a clear and cut case, anyways. All that really had to be done was sign the death certificate of the orderly and rule it a homicide. 

	[color=00ccff]"Anything that isn't seafood will do,"[/color] Cecily replied to Keystone. Truthfully, her favorite food happened to be pancakes, but the thought of Caesar and Keystone cramming themselves into a booth at iHop felt a little silly.