It seems Bigby was S.O.L as many would say, he had in his question to figure out all of this, he needed to get to the bottom of this case sooner rather than later. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he was tired but he had no time to rest honestly. He needed it, he grunted in pain as he moved to grab his cigarettes. As soon as he lit one there was a knock at the door.

He let out a grunt as he began getting up from his favorite and only chair. Opening the door, he discovered it was you. "You need something?" He asked you, taking a drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke in a different direction as to not blow it in your face. He kind of liked you.