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~ [i]Slow but Steady Breakthroughs[/i]~[/center]

Shaun listened on to everyone's arguments and colourful insults, intent on staying quiet until he had some sort of idea. Everyone shouting at Caora had him on edge, he had to admit, but he mostly ignored it, ruling it down simply to high tensions.

The hairline fracture clue piqued his interest. There was a stress fracture on the stalagmite, even considering how brittle it was? How, exactly, would that have occurred..?

He pondered for a minute, running ideas through his head. The shock of seeing Mondatta's shell still hadn't left him, despite all the time he'd had to process it. That was probably why he was feeling so... so nervous, right? Or was it the looming, impending doom that hung above to group; the omnipresent threat of death that covered and choked the court room like a dense canopy. 

[colour=SlateBlue]"D-Davis, could M-Mondatta have been caused to f-fall into the st-stalagmite..? We don't kn-know much about the suit, b-but... c-could his own w-weight have, say... br-broken his neck..?"[/colour] he queried, racking his brain for ideas, [colour=SlateBlue]"A-and, i-if he entered through the o-other entrance... N-Noel, did you ph-photograph [i]every[/i] part of the sc-scene to check for f-footprints?[/colour] it was clear he was really struggling for ideas; he was much better used to identify bugs in code, not methods of murder.