What A First Day

Allan listened as she explained that it wasnt up to her whether or not she was hired, then she found the case. Allan found it quite annoying that she wasnt informed earlier about his involvement, or was it that she was distracted by something.

She turned and asked if he could drive, he nodded and gathered his cane and hat, "hope fully the evidence hasnt been touched yet...I'd prefer a fresh site." He nodded to Bonheur, he wasnt looking forwars to working with him, bit if his presence was necessary then so be it.

"We should be off," he gestured to the door, he disliked the idea of waiting while the crime scene sat, quicker they got there the more evidence they coukd get.

All the great detective had heard in her sentence was "I appreciate the welcome". The rest was lost as he was utterly consumed with congratulating himself on his tact. Going in and saying hello to the new woman! Perfect! Just the kind of thing someone of his social standing was expected to do, and he had done it with professionalism and good grace. Nothing less than perfect from such a great detective, naturally.

When the women asked if the amateur could drive, Bonheur tossed his head arrogantly in a way signature to him. "I 'appen to be a excellent driver and in a emergency I can avoid much traffic" he added, just if they wanted to know if they were ever in such a situation. In such situations, he would drive between, above and in front of any object (cars and civilians included) that got in his way. It was something of a terrible miracle that no one was harmed in these mad drives, but somehow he was the only one who needed a hospital visit after them.

Bonehur joined them, his sentiments about the crime scene echoing the consultant. Ignoring his horrible yet wonderful luck, he truly was devoted to doing his job well and professionally.

He gathered his cane abd hat as they walked out, many people found his atire odd, it was true he prefered clothing similar to what was worn in the 1800s, but the cane was far more than that, it was actually enchanted and could shift into a sword if needed, and his unusual glasses allowed him to see the residue energies left behind after a spell has been cast.

Once out side Shiariel asked which car was his, he pointed to a gray car he owned, it wasnt special, it served its purpose and Allan made sure it was kep functional. He got into the driver's seat gesturing the others to join him, once they had he started the car and pulled away from the station.

Most would have used this time to talk to the people he was going to work with, Allan was not most people. He saw such things like unneeded conversation as pointless, they knew of the crime scene, thats what mattered.

Bonheur took the plan with all the good grace that defined his character, inclining his head in the direction of the other male detective and mentally filing away the fact that she had acknowledged his ability to drive. It was not uncommon for people to brush off his amazing driving abilities and his uncanny knack of avoiding traffic. Why, he had no clue. However, it was beneficial for all parties included that there was another person to do the driving.

Being of the spectacularly odd variety (and being incapable of admitting it), the amateur detective had no commentary on the strange apparel of the man- was it Allan? He was almost certain he had said Allen -leading them to a car. It was nothing fancy, but it was utilitarian and he had respect for that. Always the casual gentleman, Bonheur practically raced to the car before Shiariel so he could open the shotgun seat door for her, inclining his head slightly in a bow before closing it behind her and finding his own seat in the back of the car. It was odd to sit in someone else's vehicle, but it was also a fantastic opportunity to scan every square inch of the car with his eyes, looking for clues as to the personality of this new assumed rival.