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Robyn would look from Abigail to Jane upon her entrance, offering a smile towards the eccentric lady, finding difficulty reading her body language from all of the excitement clearly overwhelming her senses. [color=f7976a]"Careful not to pass out, love."[/color] She'd smirk at Jane, a nice change from the regular gruff and depressing folks she had to work with while training, like a breath of fresh air in this toxic city.

Her attention would then turn to Calthal as his hearty laugh fills the desolate warehouse, She didn't have much to say to or about that man, but as she looked in his eyes, the man who looked back had seen many horrors and been through trial after trial, ending up here, a fitting place for someone so experienced, or traumatised, Robyn couldn't tell through his brighter character.

Montag had made an unimposing impression on the young detective, he looked stiff, on guard almost, who wouldn't in a room full of people trained to catch the worst of the worst. Of course, despite that, he managed to catch the rookie's attention long enough for her to raise a brow at his 'order' towards the group, if their paper before them didn't have enough information to satisfy the detective, everyone in the room knew that now.

[color=f7976a]"I had hoped you read that information already, Mister Montag!"[/color] With a chuckle Robyn was about to stand to appease the man's orders, only for Abigail to have other plans in mind, seemingly changing Montag's order without a second thought. Robyn wasn't about to protest the change, it only made the ordeal that much easier for the three of them. Robyn was preparing herself to answer, this time hoping to get a few more words in and end her turn.

But of course another person enters, this one far more rugged than the last, a cold air about her that seemed to linger wherever she went. [color=f7976a]"Fuckin' hell there's a lot of you. Did you all come in a clown car or something?"[/color] The rookie chirps as she's interrupted one last time, or so she would hope it's the last time. Her eyes; however, remain fixed upon the immense amount of alcohol the new arrival had unearthed. If she could hold her alcohol as well as hide it, Robyn knew she'd get along with her.

[color=f7976a]"Hell couldn't be worse than this city."[/color] Robyn would add as her eyes scan the papers in front of her. Details of criminals mutilated by... Something, she could tell with a glance that no normal animal could do this and certainly no human. Marie seeming to echo that sentiment as she finishes her thought. [color=f7976a]"Careful before you end up like these guys."[/color] Robyn would chirp as she watches Marie almost fall off her chair.

[color=f7976a]"Is this all the information we have?"[/color] Robyn picks up one of the sheets, bringing it over to her lap where she can take a closer look, it certainly looked like your ordinary news article, but the details were far from normal. Robyn only read the first name of the victim, Sean.

[color=f7976a]"Sean... Allegedly Mauled to death, limbs were found near the body... The fuck?"[/color] Robyn would continue to scan the paper in front of her, turning to her cohorts, her once stern demeanour now showing a hint of concern. [color=f7976a]"Right, no chance in hell a person could've done that, no less a gang member, it's too primitive for them. Each of you grab a paper, could we confirm what gangs they're from? We may have some leads if we can discover their affiliations with the other gangs in the area. There's certainly something greater at hand but we can't jump around without ground to stand on, I'm hardly experienced in stuff of this calibre."[/color]

Robyn would perk up leaning forward to place her paper back on the makeshift table in front of them, waiting for the others to gleam what they can from their papers. [color=f7976a]"But, two heads are better than one and we've far more than that, unless you both end up being brainless."[/color]