"Uh... um... yeah. I just transfered from the unit in the next city over to help with... uh..." He glanced at a badly written note on the back of his hand, which he had written in black pen. "The murder of Eliya Morchanivic?" He struggled with the name's pronunciation, probably due to his nerves. His cream wings twitched and flicked, and he was shaking a bit. He haed working cases with death in them, probably because he often judged the souls of the victims.