[hr][hr][center][h2][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/h2][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yx5CwGGc/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=silver]Location:[/color] the Morgue 
[color=silver]Skills:[/color] Forensic Pathology [hr][hr][/center]	[color=silver]"Legion of the [i]Damned[/i], the Dead is an entirely different thing,"[/color] she couldn't help but correct her boss. She smiled slightly at him, somehow appearing innocent during it. She had been told before that her smiles could make people uncomfortable, but given that she never had living patients, her bedside manner never mattered too much. She followed him on over to the cold locker, peering at the body with interest. It was mostly the location that struck her, especially given the letter she had received earlier. The victim had died at the very orphanage she had been left at over a decade ago - her memories of that time were incredibly dim. She couldn't even recall how she had gotten there or where she had come from. 

	She tilted her head slightly, noting the massive burn on the body. [color=silver]"That's what killed him,"[/color] she informed her brother. He was rather short, about her own height, and obese. [color=silver]"It doesn't seem he's your type, I'm sorry to say,"[/color] Megan mused. [color=silver]"Mind helping me get him onto the slab? Unless of course you're eager to run off to the orphanage..."[/color] Megan then fell silent for a moment, thinking. [color=silver]"... I wonder if this has something to do with this letter I received, warning me about grave danger and my birth parents."[/color] She then pulled the letter out to show to her brother, curious to see what the detective would think.