[The bright smell of citrus from her side is enough to prompt him to start peeling his own. After a week of boiling seawater for sips and living off deep-sea fish, he could probably use the variety, if not the vitamin c.]

If you don't have any other plans for the day. [If she's up to looking at it in the eye again. She seems it.] I wouldn't say no.

[Hate to interrupt a previous engagement or something. He'll track it down on his own, if it comes to it. Sooner will be better than later, of course, but unfortunately there's no huge rush. Trail can't get much colder, the crazies in question have had plenty of time to trash the evidence already if they were going to. It's not overly surprising that the proverbial scene of the crime has likely gone without a stakeout or a combing over, and he rather doubts it'll get prioriry, now that everyone's arguing over the pros and cons of deicide and zombie cats. Pretty inconvenient, but not much to be done about that.]

Couldn't hurt to see what's left. I'd wait 'til dark for the cover, but a repeat of last time wouldn't be all that productive.

[Turns out jungles get real dark without light pollution, and he's short a handy flashlight or anything resembling night vision. The nice thing about sneaking around urban areas, enough dark to use to your advantage, but lots of ambient light for seeing. It's always the little things that make you homesick.]