“What?” 

Looking initially surprised, Kathlins brows knitted together to seriously consider Darian’s proposal. “Well. I’ve already failed at my last job, so I suppose it wouldn’t be a problem to help you out now. Although I’m not trained in forensics. And you should know that I’m only an apprentice, I can’t actually say I’m a –“

“She’ll do it” Liaena cut across the other girl midsentence, smiling cheerfully at Darian, then at Kathlin. “You’ll do it.”

“Will I?”

“Yes. Anyway….if there’s nothing else going on for now, I was rude enough to cut a conversation short upstairs. I should probably get back to it” Liaena remarked, getting to her feet and brushing herself down as she made for the door. “Sorry to rush off” (This was to Darian) “…and I’m glad your dads okay” (to Fran). 

“Li!”

Liaena paused halfway out of the door, to give the speaker an impatient look. “what?”

Kathlin gestured down at herself, still notably petite, black haired and flat. “…can I have something to make me look like me yet?”

“…so impatient. How rude.” Liaena sniffed exaggeratedly. “Why? What could be wrong with your current figure?”

“You’ve made that joke already” Kathlin remarked dryly. “It’d be nice not to have to go to a crime scene like this. I don’t feel like being a suspect”

“Hmm”

Rifling in a pocket, Liaena pulled out and threw a small vial, which the other girl deftly caught. “Are [b]you[/b] going to take the antidote too?”

“….Maybe later”

“Eh” Kathlin mumbled resignedly as the door slammed on that distinctly half-hearted remark. Turning back to the room at large, she gave Darian, who was naturally looking slightly confused, an apologetic shrug. “Sorry. Long story. Kind of”