"I think you're mixing me up with Sergeant Kuroda," Jeremiah said dryly, because it was true. Detective Kuroda, of the detectives, tended to be the one that was more of a hard-a**. "... but I'm not going to argue. It gets things done."
His head tilted his head towards her and sighed. "You're welcome, Preacher. Just be careful. I've seen too many people get in deep and quickly, so be safe." It was honesty and she was young and not unlike the others that had-
He was simply tired of it in some ways.
"There's some pastries left in the fridge in a container. They're yours if you want them, just leave the container, hm?" On to other subjects and back to the department.