For a long moment she just sits, silently, looking at him. Trying-- perhaps obviously-- to puzzle out what he's actually here for; what he's hoping to gain from this conversation. It's more than due diligence, showing up here to talk to her; either he's got no clue about this one, or he's fishing for something.
And she's got... nothing, she's got nothing. But saying so hasn't made him leave yet. She manages-- barely-- to bite back a sigh, and pulls her notebook from a drawer. Her report was thorough, but sometimes distance offers some clarity on conclusions. (Not that she believes there's anything here; but she'll think through it better with something in her hands.)
"I considered the possibility of a human assailant trying to make it seem like an animal attack, but the punctures seemed decisively organic, and there's no way a person could simulate the necessary jaw strength," she muses. "My best guess would be canine rather than feline, but that's just conjecture. Maybe-- a wolf-dog, trained to attack?"
She doesn't really sound convinced herself.
"If the autopsy were always enough, you wouldn't have much to do, Agent Mulder." She shrugs.
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And she's got... nothing, she's got nothing. But saying so hasn't made him leave yet. She manages-- barely-- to bite back a sigh, and pulls her notebook from a drawer. Her report was thorough, but sometimes distance offers some clarity on conclusions. (Not that she believes there's anything here; but she'll think through it better with something in her hands.)
"I considered the possibility of a human assailant trying to make it seem like an animal attack, but the punctures seemed decisively organic, and there's no way a person could simulate the necessary jaw strength," she muses. "My best guess would be canine rather than feline, but that's just conjecture. Maybe-- a wolf-dog, trained to attack?"
She doesn't really sound convinced herself.
"If the autopsy were always enough, you wouldn't have much to do, Agent Mulder." She shrugs.