Price heard her phone go off and picked it up. Reading the message quite quickly, she holstered her gun and sprinted towards the meeting place. She crossed the scene of the claw marks and was imediately repulsed by the scent that lingered on them. "Oh my god, what the hell is this horrible smell?! Reminds me of that one case in down town New York when I was a Commander..." she mumbled to herself. Then the smell of the crushed heart came to her nose. She plugged it with her fingers and uttered a whole dictionary of vulgar words. Once in the meeting room she felt a migraine start to come onto her. "Oh just fine and dandy," she said, her voice being off tone due to her plugged nose, "Something finally gathered enough guts to scrape the walls and leave a bloody heart on the freakin floor." Price looked about her and noted that 3 of her superiors were here. She looked over at Jack and looked away. She didn't care for a man like him. Especially with the demon Rinn that, at times, possessed his body. Not that she really cared for demons themselves.
"So, what has anyone gotten from the marks other than the fact the smell of Hell's hounds and quite grossly smelling demons along with the very gruesome parts of a heart that smell like something out of a demons stomach and a werewolves gym sock? No offense to any other demons and werewolves in the room, by the way." Price had a good sniffer but never as good as a werewolves. She can typically tell if it's a demon, werewolf, or vampire. She's more of a 'tell-the-race-by-the-way-the-bodies-disfigured' kind of person. Not the smell-every-gross-smell-every-race-can-smell-like-to-find-the-killer' kinda person.