[ Shawn cares about children dying and explosions all over the place, but he's not going to show it. Instead, he's in Lassie's wheelie chair at the police department and wheeling around his desk. The communicator is on the desk over (presumably Pete's or someone equally fat). Shawn pauses his wheeling in front of the comm and raises a finger. ]
After much careful detective processing and telepathic hijinks, I've come to only one conclusion for who the Snow Globe Imp is.
[ He shifts his eyes to the desk behind him and almost leaps from the chair to the desk, rummaging through the desk drawers. He pulls out one, gigantic snow globe depicting a bloody, upsetting scene from the hit movie Fargo. He points at his eyes. He points to the communicator. ]
Emma Frost, I am on to you.
[ OOC:
Referencing this shit. ]