Kate's been listening and paying attention, tense shoulders, crossed arms, leaning against the doorframe. Partly, she actually respects Archie and she doesn't have anything to add, and partly she's trying to do Will-voodoo and see what she can learn by watching.
Not fucking much, except that Druitt's still an arrogant ass and he's got like no practice talking to cops. Who tells the head of the IPD they're Jack the Ripper? It's not like he didn't know, but it's almost boasting. It totally scans like pride, and that's so not the kind of thing you put in a cop's face. Sloppy. Stupid. Turning it into a challenge.
On the other hand, she's not seeing anything or hearing anything that cuts either way. So when Archie asks her, she presses her lips together, frustrated, and starts to say, "No but--" But she finally sees something that Will would've picked up sooner. "Actually, yeah. There's something in his pocket. Right there. I think it's got blood on it." She points but doesn't touch. Chain of custody and all that crap.
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Not fucking much, except that Druitt's still an arrogant ass and he's got like no practice talking to cops. Who tells the head of the IPD they're Jack the Ripper? It's not like he didn't know, but it's almost boasting. It totally scans like pride, and that's so not the kind of thing you put in a cop's face. Sloppy. Stupid. Turning it into a challenge.
On the other hand, she's not seeing anything or hearing anything that cuts either way. So when Archie asks her, she presses her lips together, frustrated, and starts to say, "No but--" But she finally sees something that Will would've picked up sooner. "Actually, yeah. There's something in his pocket. Right there. I think it's got blood on it." She points but doesn't touch. Chain of custody and all that crap.