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A half-opened door meant that Jeremiah was receptive to anyone coming into his office. With things having been busy, with what had happened, he was - more often than not - buried under some level of paperwork and work in general.

He was lifting up a tea cup, taking a drink as he heard the rap on the door and looked up. It was Preacher and his expression immediately soften a little bit, just around the edges. The question however ...

"Of course. Come in, have a seat, close the door behind you?" The blinds were still open on the windowed glass but at least it would be a private conversation.

It also likely helped that there was a particularly comfy couch in his office for any times that he had to pull an all-nighter (and a pillow and blanket stuffed away behind it). Preacher had a good head on her shoulders and Jeremiah could respect that.

Everything he had heard about her since she had started working was good. It had been he had followed his gut on pushing for her to have a chance working for the department. She meshed well with the environment and the people that worked here.

"Depends on the type of weird questions," he responded immediately, "but the answer is yes no matter what. There's at least one conspiracy theorist in town and a reporter who ... ah." Jeremiah paused. "just look into Keep Ashdown Spoopy. It's a website run by one of the local business owners."

At the mention of Blackfriar's his expression went unreadable for a moment, far beyond the usual neutral. "You stayed downstairs the entire time, didn't you?" A breath. "I was glad to find out you weren't injured."

"It's run by the kid," still calling a Cid a kid even though he was in his thirties now, "who owns the comic book shop in town. The 4th wall. He pokes his nose into anything and everything that might be the least bit supernatural. Though he has been having since I nearly arrested him for getting a little too bold when the teens originally went missing." The original three, the same set Jeremiah himself was assumed to have been part of until he had shown back up.

An eyebrow was raised at Preacher appraising herself as useless but he let it slide for now. "You are aware of the official statement, Preacher." His tone wasn't unfriendly either, more carefully worded because of where they were. "There was plenty going on upstairs, far more than what happened downstairs in the concourse. We were making sure none of the attackers made it down to you and securing more survivors."

An eyebrow raised at the mention of a catboy. Another moonwalker? Like Eve and Lucas and the others?

"The attackers, aside from the one that was killed in self-defense, all managed to get out of the library and past the quarantine." Blue-green eyes watched her. "... but at this point you're aware that they weren't quite fully human anymore, if you met a catboy."

Did he just say that? What was his life coming to? Oh wait. Right, no room to talk mister glow in the dark cat eyes.

"Absolutely not," he replied immediately, "as you met one that was not aggressive, did you not?" Jeremiah's fingers tapped against his desk, fingers smoothing across the fingerprint scorch marks that were visible for a little while.

He had cleared through most of the paperwork and would need to cover it up again later.

"Something occurred that put them into that state."

"Yes," he replied, and then raked a hand through his hair. "I'm due for a break, Preacher, would you mind walking with me?"

Which was really code for I would prefer to have these kind of discussions outside the building.

It was not bugged but that did not mean people could not overhear things and he was not of the mind that he wanted people to hear some of this. Jeremiah gave Preacher a slight twitch of lips, amused once more, before he was heading out.

There was no talking until they were out on the streets. City Hall was just right there and, just a little further down the block, a cart that sold drinks and other things. That was the direction he was heading.

"There were non-aggressive," he finally said, hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket. The detective lieutenant was always dressed for colder weather despite it was warming up. "As for it being moon related? It was but not at the same time."