[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/rdo2m1mep/tumblr_oxf6ecb7_Yi1wtw0p9o2_540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b]  Heading to the Border
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center][hr]	Cecily smiled slightly, hearing Natasha's answers. Of course, her true answer was in some ways incredibly morbid - but it was reassuring. Natasha had a grounded levelheadedness to her that Cecily had to admire. She wasn't pessimistic - which Cecily had to admit she often was - and nor was Natasha overly optimistic. [color=00ccff]"That's a good answer - most people usually refuse to admit that there isn't always a way out of a lose-lose situation,"[/color] Cecily replied honestly. She shifted slightly, careful to mind her healing injury. She didn't want to have to use Natasha's medical expertise again unless it was absolutely needed. 

	[color=00ccff]"In the world of Star Trek...I think I would have tried to crash the program itself. Figure that'd be easier than any of the other options,"[/color] Cecily mused. In theory, all she would need to do would be to take a course of action that would cause an error in the simulation's programming - whether it be because the action was so illogical or so impossible or merely never calculated for. Though she also couldn't help but wonder if a Neo route was possible - if you could just [i]there is no spoon[/i] the hostile ship away. 

	[color=00ccff]"But in the real world...In forensics, every situation was already a loss,"[/color] Cecily then said. [color=00ccff]"There's not much you can do for someone once they've died, beyond tell the story of what happened to them...But it doesn't exactly bring them back."[/color][hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff][b][i]Iris Kingston[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/369c373ccd5492086fe09c131190330d/tumblr_o1l0wsNgEX1s5zf6fo1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=99ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Private Plane Heading to Grimm
[b][color=99ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Photographic Memory [/center][hr]	Iris had never been ordered to wear a piece of clothing by a man before and was taken aback for a moment, before he explained his motives and she smiled, nodding. She hadn't imagined that they could make bullet proof pieces of clothing appear so normal, though she supposed she hardly kept up with the latest developments in the arms industry. It wasn't a topic that came up very much in psychology, unless the patient was ex-military or a doomsday prepper. She had treated one or two of the former and none of the latter, though one of her professors had spoken about a case study involving someone who was convinced the sky was going to fall. 

	[color=99ccff]"What exactly will we be telling them when we speak with them?"[/color] Iris couldn't help but ask. She imagined a warning that their adoptive daughter, her birth mother, and her crazed friend would be coming to visit shortly - likely in attempts to commit homicide. But that was something that would need to be tactfully handled - and Iris felt inclined to let the local police know as well, but something told her that Mr. Ross operated outside of the police. But she couldn't help herself. [color=99ccff]"Should we notify the local authorities as well?"[/color] she asked, taking the shirt. She'd go and change in the lavatory once they finished speaking.