"We can't prove that," she reminds him automatically, but softens. "Though I'll admit it was... a strange day."

Understatement of the century, really. It's exhilarating, in a strange way-- discounting this moment of panic. Whatever is happening here, she's sure there's a scientific explanation but that doesn't have to be mundane. She hadn't quite known what to expect from the case, but so far-- she's fascinated.

(Is that gruesome, to be fascinated?)

(Was it gruesome, all those years ago?)

"Are all of your cases this... surprising?" It's the wrong word, but the best she can do.