He fell quiet upon their arrival as he could only wonder what Fallon had to think of him thus far, he certainly didn't expect everything he shared to give off the "this is one impressive man" vibe. Still that wasn't the important thing to worry about as they had a task to carry out, one that involved figuring out where the source of this drug was and putting a stop to its shipments. No doubt there would be noticeable consequences but this time none that would risk a chance of backfire, considering Rick's last endeavor left loose ends unintentionally. Her remark about his talk with the skills he possessed made him realize that he might've actually sounded proud of his abilities, which in a sense was accurate but the act had been unintentional. "Well Oi uh... didn't mean t' sound like Oi bragged. Really Oi hold confidence in me own abilities, but hopefully ye're roi about d'at." At least he could agree with the idea of not having to back up his own words, already he felt enough had been at stake without having to engage with the culprits.
To do so now would not only threaten them but also potentially damage chances of solving this mystery, which was far from preferable in his standards by any means. When he finally seemed to be given an answer about her own abilities, it seemed like he struck a nerve or hit a boundary somehow. Rather than indulge his curiosity she settled for a simple answer met with a look he thought spelled trouble, and of course with her response to the question the fisherman nodded towards the subtlety that he found within her words. Privacy. She had a background she didn't want to be known, or at least he gathered that much well enough. She had a past she didn't seem proud of, or just didn't want her history to be known. Perhaps it resided in a matter of personal trust and she had none with him just yet, they did after all just met an agreed to investigate together. How naive of him to be so forthcoming then, without even considering the possibility that he'd been too straightforward with her. He didn't feel as though he shared too much, perhaps he thought wrong though? Did he make her uncomfortable in anyway? Did his occasional rambles agitate her at some point? Dammit! Now ain't de time t' be worried 'bout d'at. Got t' focus on lookin' around. He snapped himself back into the frame of mind he needed, eyes brought down to the stone floor as he examined the prints closely.
Fallon seemed to kneel down when she noticed something, and he in turn did the same next to the prints he stood next too. He knelt to the ground and squinted his eyes with hope that they'd adjust more to the dark, fingertips brushed against the stone and mud as he bit his lower lip. Dried to the surface but the inner residue of the mud still felt a little wet, though just barely so it gave an indication that the prints were indeed quite recent. He stood up and wondered where they would lead to, if they were to backtrack the direction the prints came from that is. At that point he walked next to Fallon and stood quiet, surprise found in his eyes when she held up what appeared to be a vial. "Huh." When he accepted the glass tube he felt a bit of powdery residue cling to his fingers, a grimace turned his lips as he raise his index finger towards his nose for a whiff. The smell of... whatever this stuff was made his nose itch, just the scent of it irritated his nostrils with that one whiff. "Eyck. Definitely gotta be whatever d'at shyke he overdosed on, has d'at stench 'bout it anyways... my guess is he came from closer t' de docks somewhere. Maybe he was wit' some friends when he got 'is fix?"
He didn't wish to presume too much so he looked to her once she rose, the vial gripped firmly in his hand as he thought more on it. "There's a pretty good chance we can git a bit o' direction from his tracks, t'ough Oi doubt we'll find will it lead us t' de source." So far he could piece together the story he collected about this guy, the evidence pointed out well enough that he'd definitely went and got his fix, however he doubted one such as him would be alone if these fixes came in organized shipments. "Oi'll bet if we find out where he went after he got d'is, we'll learn where he got it at d'at place." He added with a grim expression present, he definitely felt concerned with where this could lead them now.
To do so now would not only threaten them but also potentially damage chances of solving this mystery, which was far from preferable in his standards by any means. When he finally seemed to be given an answer about her own abilities, it seemed like he struck a nerve or hit a boundary somehow. Rather than indulge his curiosity she settled for a simple answer met with a look he thought spelled trouble, and of course with her response to the question the fisherman nodded towards the subtlety that he found within her words. Privacy. She had a background she didn't want to be known, or at least he gathered that much well enough. She had a past she didn't seem proud of, or just didn't want her history to be known. Perhaps it resided in a matter of personal trust and she had none with him just yet, they did after all just met an agreed to investigate together. How naive of him to be so forthcoming then, without even considering the possibility that he'd been too straightforward with her. He didn't feel as though he shared too much, perhaps he thought wrong though? Did he make her uncomfortable in anyway? Did his occasional rambles agitate her at some point? Dammit! Now ain't de time t' be worried 'bout d'at. Got t' focus on lookin' around. He snapped himself back into the frame of mind he needed, eyes brought down to the stone floor as he examined the prints closely.
Fallon seemed to kneel down when she noticed something, and he in turn did the same next to the prints he stood next too. He knelt to the ground and squinted his eyes with hope that they'd adjust more to the dark, fingertips brushed against the stone and mud as he bit his lower lip. Dried to the surface but the inner residue of the mud still felt a little wet, though just barely so it gave an indication that the prints were indeed quite recent. He stood up and wondered where they would lead to, if they were to backtrack the direction the prints came from that is. At that point he walked next to Fallon and stood quiet, surprise found in his eyes when she held up what appeared to be a vial. "Huh." When he accepted the glass tube he felt a bit of powdery residue cling to his fingers, a grimace turned his lips as he raise his index finger towards his nose for a whiff. The smell of... whatever this stuff was made his nose itch, just the scent of it irritated his nostrils with that one whiff. "Eyck. Definitely gotta be whatever d'at shyke he overdosed on, has d'at stench 'bout it anyways... my guess is he came from closer t' de docks somewhere. Maybe he was wit' some friends when he got 'is fix?"
He didn't wish to presume too much so he looked to her once she rose, the vial gripped firmly in his hand as he thought more on it. "There's a pretty good chance we can git a bit o' direction from his tracks, t'ough Oi doubt we'll find will it lead us t' de source." So far he could piece together the story he collected about this guy, the evidence pointed out well enough that he'd definitely went and got his fix, however he doubted one such as him would be alone if these fixes came in organized shipments. "Oi'll bet if we find out where he went after he got d'is, we'll learn where he got it at d'at place." He added with a grim expression present, he definitely felt concerned with where this could lead them now.
