Pasqualine Aloia had been assigned to the murder of a young girl that happened shortly after the former king's. As the station had just settled after the high-profile case that was the murder of King Orthis, few of the seasoned detectives were willing to partake in a second round, especially when it lacked the sensitivity of the first. That was how the new case landed in the Nixie's laps.

	Since the forensics report provided minimal information, and the task force had no other clues, they could only interrogate the 3 suspects and hope for something. Pasqualine, or Aqua, as her peers called her, had just organized the interview with the second suspect and left one of her subordinates to do the actual questioning. She had planned to watch the interview from behind the one-way window, but someone was due to arrive soon -- her new partner. Her people were competent enough to be left without supervision. It wasn't like she expected any new or crucial information to turn up, if the first suspect's interview was anything to go by.

	Her ghastly blue skin seemed more ashen than usual, and dark circles were clearly visible under the bright lights of the station. Paired with her messy black curls that resembled a mop more than a bob, she looked the image of a Nixie out of the legends rather than the refined species they've come to be known as. Her boots clacked on the floor as she walked briskly to the front doors. They had told her that her new partner would be arriving sometime around now, but not the exact time, or anything about him, for that matter. It was hardly the standard procedure, but who would listen to her complaints?

	Arriving at her destination, she noticed a fidgety Angel. She took him as someone trying to report a case, or maybe he was looking for someone. The thought of him being her partner never crossed her mind. He was too young and too nervous.

	Looking around to see no other bodies loitering around the entrance, she weighed her options and decided to approach the lad. Maybe she could point him in the right direction before her new partner arrived. She strode over to him. "[color=7ea7d8]Hey, kid, you need any help?[/color]" She offered. A tired, lob-sided smile was the most friendly expression she could muster. With her general appearance, though, it may have appeared menacing to some.