Tar
The detective huffed at her reaction. Truth was, he didn't hate people like her, with their overly serious and worried moments like this. But she didn't have any real reason to lose her composure, and that annoyed him - because Noel, whom he was at least vaguely acquainted with, was someone who seemed to have her heart in the right place, if nothing else. So she probably had a good explanation.
But if you hesitated in the face of prejudice even when you were right, how reliable could you really be?
Henry's hand roughly came down on the girl's head, shaking her skull and ruffling her hair for a moment before he pulled back. "Well, you're lucky. Saber isn't here yet, so I can forgive you this time," he said.
He doubled back to his chair with a little curl at the edge of his lips, and pulled out from a drawer a bundle of pages inside a cover. Unceremoniously he dropped it on top of the desk and gestured for Noel to sit down.
"Go over that. It's the report from the relevant crime scene."
Butler
Butler was pleased at Suiren - no, at his master's acceptance. He was sure working under her would be an interesting experience.
That was when noticed the sudden, bright glare in the distance. And more importantly, Suiren's reaction to it. Like an immaculate professional, he awaited the end of her joyous outburst.
And then, in accordance to her request, he withdrew a flak from his vest and placed it in front of her, announcing with a bow: "As fortune would have it, I carry a flask with whisky on me. I hope this will suffice."