"I have to take you to the briefing room."
"R-Right...." Saki said quietly, not wanting to be too loud, annoying, or too much of a pest. Being the youngest of the group still really did bother her. She felt like she had to act like one of them; tense, respectful, and mature, but anyone who took one look at her could tell that would most definitely not happen.
"Your not in trouble."
Saki brought her eyes up off the ground, since she made a habit of doing that when she was nervous and looked at Hayato. Of course, she still looked anxious, but there seemed to be some relief in her eyes as she said quietly to herself, "Thank goodness..."
"If I spent all my time chasing after late Inspectors then I'd have a shitload of more work."
After hearing this, Saki couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. She tried to hide it under her thick wool jacket, but there seemed to have been a little sound of a puff of air coming from her, which she hoped wasn't noticeable, since she always presumed people, or Inspectors, to be insanely serious, not even bothering to smile or laugh. Saki wanted to blend in, so she had to try her best to act the same, which would never work, obviously.
"I need to show you all the case files for the current case Inspector Allen, Byakurai, and I are working on..."
"I see..." Saki said slowly, trying to recall which cases she had gotten an early notice about, but since she was so focused on getting to her job on time, which she didn't, and impress her coworkers, which she didn't, she actually forgot all that she had studied days on days about. But she decided not to say something about that just yet.
Do you watch the news? Surely you've heard about a string of murders, right?"
Well, actually, she had to, "Y-Yes!" She nodded quickly. It was true that she had watched the news. Saki made a habit of doing it in her free time, so this was her way of repaying for them. As she thought more about it, she felt a bit sick as she murmured, "Right... the 'Artist.'
Saki followed right behind Hayato as he led her to a computer where he pulled up articles on 'The Artist.' She watched it all and scanned the words quickly, just as quick as she'd do math, but she didn't find any pictures. Not that she wanted to, but she figured it'd give her a better idea of the crimes, "Please let me see a few pictures, Mr. Itsuya." She said determinedly.
Saki knew she didn't look like the type of person to handle disgusting pictures, but when she looked at Hayato, she didn't exactly look the same as that nervous and anxious girl who went to work late, "Please, sir." She added, "I know I may not look reliable to handle any sort of deaths, but I assure you that this will be no problem for me. I am an inspector, after all."