Dean started to step forward, his hand coming out to grab the man’s jacket as he spoke to Mika with snark.  But he refrained, letting Mika handle it as nicely as possible before he had to become the heavy.  However, when he responded to Mika’s observation with deflection, Dean raised his nose into the air, staring down at Mr. Travers over his cheek bones.

He let his hands relax from the fists they were clenched into when Mr. Travers walked away, tempted to go and grab him.  He knew something, or at least had a hunch.  Either way, he was someone they could get more info out of with the right push of the buttons.  He turned to Mika, relaxing his body language and sighed.

“Yeah.  I shouldn’t have let him walk off.  He was terrified.  I could have shaken it out of him, but I didn’t want to cause a scene.”, he muttered, flexing his hands from the tension of having them clenched so tightly.  He looked around the street to see if anyone else had noticed the interaction, but no one was even looking at them.

“We either need to figure out where he’s headed, or we need to get more info on him.  What do you think?”, he asked her, wanting to make sure she was at least partially in the lead on the case, “I can still get to him, if you want me to go knock him out.  I just might need help getting him into the trunk…”