Nick surveys the chaos of his office, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips. This mess was supposed to be Ellie's responsibility, his assistant, yet clearly, it remained untouched. Methodically, the synth detective starts organizing the clutter, filing papers with precision while giving them a cursory glance.

"Damn... It's a whole mountain of cases. Looks like we're knee-deep in work, buddy."

The mess doesn't seem to faze Nick; if anything, the prospect of having plenty to occupy himself with seems almost appealing to him.