(Stands straight, hands in the pockets of his trench coat. His gaze is sharp, analytical, but with a trace of weariness around the eyes)

"Jayden. Norman Jayden. FBI."

(He makes a slight, almost involuntary gesture toward his temple)

"Don't mind the hardware. It just... helps me see things. The pieces others miss. This city... it's full of puzzles.

The rain... it gets everywhere. Soaks into everything. But it also washes things clean. The truth always surfaces. Eventually.

So. Talk to me. What do you know?"