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[lvpd_sidle]

It's a shame that winter had to return outside.

Sara's reclaimed her spot by one of the fireplaces, examining a piece of metal.

She can be bothered.

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[gotham_knocking]

Knox keeps finding people he saw in the sun yesterday by the fireplace today. Things do change fast here.

"Hey, Sara. Saw you at the party, I think. Not bad." His normal tone of well-meaning if very rough-hewn flirtation is muted, though. "Got a few?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"..........sure." She has a rough idea of what this could be about.

[gotham_knocking]

"I had the weirdest conversation last week. With a 10 year old girl...With you." No point in not coming out and saying it. "Was that you? That is, did you really come here as a kid?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"I was eight. And yeah, that was me." She smiles tightly. "Time's a bitch here and I never remember those visits until after they happen timewise here, as opposed to back home."

[hcliffhuxtable]

Cliff walks by, a box under his arm. He offers a smile, not knowing her but for politeness' sake. "'Afternoon."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Afternoon." She's distracted by the metal in her hands. Shiny!

[hcliffhuxtable]

Cliff knows all about shiny! being distracted. He doesn't mind. "Name's Cliff. What's that, if you don't mind my asking?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"That's a good question, sir. Should my tests indicate what I think this is, I might be holding part of a murder scene in my hands." Well, he asked.

"I'm Sara. Las Vegas Crime Lab."

[fugitivehamster]

Hodges actually likes the cold weather; it reminds him of Massachusetts. He flops theatrically onto a nearby armchair.

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is a California girl, much as she won't ever admit it. The cold is not her friend.

"Hey."

[fugitivehamster]

You'd think that a guy who wears long sleeves and heavy layers year-round in Vegas wouldn't be much for cold weather, but David's weird that way.

"Hola."

He's relieved to see her grown-up again, though he certainly doesn't say so.

"What's up?"