[It's not until she gets a good look at the newcomer on the scene, complete with her own status bar floating above her head (zero percent???) that Toko comes down from her hysteria. All right, good. It's just another passenger. There's no way this place would send its own high school detective to investigate an actual murder. No other teenager was like that insufferable know-it-all Kirigiri.]

D-don't sound so disappointed. [As if she ought to be guilty, just to make this girl's job a breeze? Please. Toko peels off the wall she'd been clinging to and advances, wringing her hands and trying valiantly to close the gap in her shirt. It's a futile endeavor, it's been tailored very specifically with "hot slut" in mind. She gives an envious glare to that baggy overcoat.]

Is that really all you have? [Re: Magnifying glass. This whole set up was ridiculous. Toko groans under her breath, chancing a glance at the corpse. Looks to be about seven stab woAAUAAUGH;LAKJSLDK god she hates this!!!] L-look, just check his pockets or something! Sometimes there's a note. M-meet here at this time, or an invitation...