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So this was the head honcho of the island. Kaveri narrowed her silver eyes with disgust -- if she weren't so nervewracked, she would have given him a piece of her mind then and there. She was expecting something like this to happen sooner or later, she was right there at the scene of the crime!

But now, she wanted to feebly attempt clearing her name with the man so she didn't wind up in a cage or worse. She bit her lip in thought, then took a deep breath. "Alright, but I'm not gonna guarantee any sense comin' out of it," she warned, her voice lowering.

"I'm not sure how to begin this," she whimpered. She had hoped Moreau didn't think she was the one responsible. "It wasn't me. My last memory was in my duplex taking a shower... and then something happened, I don't know, and I was laying there passed out... " Her expression looked worried.

"Please, please hear me out," she cried, starting to go into hysterics, "The spiky-haired woman held my hand when I came to. I saw... I saw the body shortly after that, it was laying there, there was blood all over, and..." The thought made her choke and almost gag as her voice lowered to a horrified whisper. "There were bite marks."

She half-considered suggesting that Moreau check the cameras. In the end, she did. "You've got cameras rigged all over, don't you? Maybe there's... there's something in the video log," Kaveri hiccuped, "Something showing who did this. It wasn't me..."

Please, please believe me.

"I don't know who did it," she sobbed, looking away for a moment to think. She turned back to the intercom, inhaling deeply and puffing out her chest. "I was unconscious the entire time. I woke up next to the body, but unlike her I was unharmed... it makes no ******** sense."

"Oh, I... I apologize for the swearing," Kaveri said meekly - she didn't want to get on this dude's bad side any further due to this whole mess. She figured that transforming into a... whatever it is she's transforming into was bad enough. But Moreau was demanding answers, and answers that she didn't know.

She paused, looking from side to side before coming to a conclusion. "I'll figure something out just to prove it wasn't me. I'll find the guy who killed her." Kaveri couldn't believe that she had practically just agreed to help the man she pegged as a dire enemy, but she was also helping herself, to an extent. "I'll be going out again soon to check the spot where the body was and look for any clues in the area. There was this... thing that fell off of her when your dudes went and picked her up," she mentioned. "I want to see what that thing was..."

This was her mystery, not just Moreau's. She had to solve it, if only so she could rest easy knowing that she wasn't the one responsible... murder simply was too big a crime for a small-time pothead and building squatter. Murder was not one way to bring down The Man and self-preservation came first. Kaveri wasn't that stupid, after all... and let's not mention the vulture instincts that she was still unaware of - nevermind she was still unaware of the fact she was turning into a vulture.

One of the docs answered. "She's still in surgery, sir. She'll be in here for a while. To be honest, we can't say right now. Her injuries are extensive."

Moreau stood around watching as the hours ticked by. Moreau paced back and forth in the room. Every once in a while he would look over at the table and at Aubrey. Time seemed to pass slower by the minute.

Moreau's face showed concern as he walked over to the wall and hit it hard at one point. Perhaps pretending not to have hurt himself or maybe he was just too distraut to care.

"What have I done..." he said softly.

"What can you tell me?" Moreau asked dourly.

Moreau's mind dwelled on the bite marks for a moment. A bit of his anger slipping back. But the litteral concern for Aubrey was the primary thing on his mind at the moment. He'd investigate more into that later.

"With your help she'll make it though Doctor." The statement almost sounded more like a question. But... it wasn't.

"Excellent. I'll be right here watching Doctor." Moreau smirked a bit. Good, he needed to feel in control again. He was trying very hard to regain his composure. He wanted his Aubrey back.

Moreau hated nothing more than when something felt completely out of his control. But he felt... mostly... confident that these Doctors would do everything they could for Aubrey.

If they didn't, he might need to hurry construction on those new duplexes...

"No you fool, they could be clues to all this." Moreau's voice was bitter and biting. "Have them cleaned up... carefully... by hand."

He walked over to Aubrey, his natural instinct was to cradle her. Every moment with her felt like it was flashing through his mind. His mind drifted back to their first meeting in high school. Their first night on the island together. The good and bad didn't seem to matter.

Moreau was going to look more into this, he would find his solution, and when he found out who did it he'd make them pay...