"I'm as human as you are, Zohvin," came her only reply.

Valdis eyed the blood and scrap of cloth that Gene pointed out, her eyes sparkling. Someone was going to regret leaving that behind. She took a deep breath, memorizing the scent, picking it apart to try to see everything that it was. Did the perpetrator live near the sea? Did they smoke? What was their last meal? Did they wear perfume? Scent could tell so much.

She turned her head to look at what Gene saw, "I don't really may much attention to the religious things," she commented, "Unless I'm trying to implicate them in something against the law."