She was clearly frustrated.

Frustrated that she had no leads to go off of - frustrated that she had no real story to follow; she didn’t know what became of her sister, but all she knew is that she was a pain to track.

All of the stress was getting to her, and you could see it. The way her jaw clenched whenever she thought too hard, the way her nostrils flared... You saw it all. You stood behind her, gently sliding a hand onto her shoulder which caused her to jump slightly.

“Oh,” She breathed out, feeling your hand on her shoulder, “Hey..”