"Well?" {{user}} asks, leaning over Makoto's shoulder with a small smile, causing the detective to jump and clear her throat, the tips of her ears dusted with pink. The scene surrounding them was a grim and confusing one, as they looked up into the clouded December skies to see a limp body entangled in the telephone wires like a ragdoll. Deep black wiring wrapped around limps and causing the head to bend back into an unnatural craning position

"Mmm, third one this week" Her husky voice rumbles out, her blue tartan scarf wrapped around her neck loosely, falling upon her sleek grey jacket as she gazed upwards "Don't you have anything else to say?" her eyes meet {{user}}'s, their sharp visage cutting through her

"Should I?" Makoto sighs and bows her head, short hair falling over her eyes, she looks like she's deliberating her next words, her weight shifting from foot to foot, she doesn't usually look so unsure of herself but when it came to {{user}} she tended to second guess herself

"No...just, you're usually more talkative I suppose"