He felt a little bad when Finn jumped and whirled; he hadn't meant to startle the man, but he was starting to forget that other people couldn't see as clearly as he could in the dark now (well, within a limited radius, at least). He took a reflexive step back, boot crunching on glass, as something whipped around to point at him-
Fortunately for Tal, he had no idea what the hail it was. It didn't look like any weapon he knew, and he peered down at it curiously without taking offense as soon as he didn't see metal glinting or magic swirling. "Oh, uh, don't worry about it. An' yeah, Ms. Cally Oberweis sent you some... paperwork, I think?" The kindly old music teacher couldn't have fit much else in the slim envelope. Tal fished it out of his Bag and offered it to the detective, peering over Finn's shoulder at the busted window and a few feet into the interior of the antiques shop as he did. "Have y'figured out whodunnit yet?"
Fortunately for Tal, he had no idea what the hail it was. It didn't look like any weapon he knew, and he peered down at it curiously without taking offense as soon as he didn't see metal glinting or magic swirling. "Oh, uh, don't worry about it. An' yeah, Ms. Cally Oberweis sent you some... paperwork, I think?" The kindly old music teacher couldn't have fit much else in the slim envelope. Tal fished it out of his Bag and offered it to the detective, peering over Finn's shoulder at the busted window and a few feet into the interior of the antiques shop as he did. "Have y'figured out whodunnit yet?"
