Henry
He narrowed his eyes at the awkward demeanor of the girl, producing a sound of skeptical scrutiny. "Um. I don't think I was that specific, have you... heard that kind of story before?"
Henry's suspicion had reason to fester when faced with that kind of unsubtle feedback, but it looked he wasn't going to be able to follow up on it just yet. His eyes zoomed back to the other woman, and he scratched the back of his head with a mild grimace.
"Look, ma'am? I'm glad to know someone's willing to go the extra mile for that, but I'm trying to do my job here, and your spoken guarantee doesn't give me any certainty people are actually going to be safe," he said, letting out a shallow exhale. "Looking after your own is all well and good, but we've got a lot more than 'our own' to worry about."
The detective covered his chin with his hand, blinking thoughtfuly.
"Though, if you make it a point to be aware, how did you not hear of these things before? I would think that," he spoke, pausing to reach into the papers he brought until getting out the two he was looking for. Henry cleared his throat, then continued. "A 'whole other housing block showing up attached to an empty house that was gone the next day', 'ten or so more doors than there should be appearing in my apartment hall' and some other things, would be reason to think something fishy was happening? Cause that just sounds plain bizarre to me."
What was frightening was known in Nexus City, and so what was unknown could only be more dangerous. That was the overwhelmingly grounded and cautious logic behind those last words.
He gathered the papers and dropped them on his own lap uncerimoniously. "Or do you have - do you know someone here who's an unsupervised inventor?"
