“Some four million year old hot-shot detective from out of town?” Liza rolled her eyes, resting them on Thomas doubtfully, “He probably can’t see past his own nose.

“We’re the ones that knew her, right? So why not try and find out what we can? Don't we owe that to Sierra? The police don’t have access to [i]everything[/i]. Not without having to do a bunch of paper work and walk the line of “laws and regulations” and whatever. All that shit, you know?” She sighed and tousled her bangs out of her eyes before picking up her backpack and standing up to leave. 

“Look. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I was only offering because you seemed capable. I’ll do it myself if you don’t want to help,” she frowned, shifting her weight to one side and staring fixedly at Thomas. Sit and do nothing or try to help Sierra? She hung the ultimatum over his head like an impending storm cloud. She'd been planning on going it alone as it was-- just like always. If he didn't want to help it was no skin off her back.