[ Her laugh sparks something faint behind Krouse's eyes, a ghost current lighting up faded filament. It's nice, having a joke land, under the circumstances. Distracting her from the screwed up situation they're in, even if only for a second, makes him feel less - pointless. ]

Really? [ He says, straight-faced. ] You're a gumshoe? Full on, 'I knew the dame was trouble as soon as she walked into my office'?

[ He reaches for fresh gauze and bandages. ]

No wonder you don't trust any of this. Not exactly a profession that inspires much faith in humanity.