If you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere.
WHO: Elisa Maza,
nyc_detective & Eddie Nygma, enigmaestro
WHERE: A little diner
WHEN: This evening, prior to 9pm
WARNINGS: Slight detective flirtations?
SUMMARY: Elisa fishes for information, but only seems to turn up compliments.
FORMAT: Para? Quicklog? Whichever
While talking to (or flirting with) Nygma left Elisa with a rather charged sort of air, she was meeting up with him for a purpose. So far, her investigation into Stark had turned up a few conflicting character portraits and one promising lead with that Osborn fellow. She'd have to follow through later, but she wanted something more specific than "So what do you know" when she used up that phone call. And she was hoping that Nygma could help her there. He wasn't physically able to talk about whatever it was that was keeping him legally shackled to Stark, but Elisa had seen enough magic and general weirdness to understand that. She'd just have to figure out what the boundaries were, and how to push them.
Elisa entered the diner and looked around, wondering if she had arrived there first.