After the others had departed Coco popped out of her seat and pranced around the table so she could plop into the seat next to Ariadne and peer at the camera in the other woman's hands. The wasp knew absolutely nothing about photography, but the camera had that bulky mechanical look that suggested it was expensive and therefore quite an excellent piece of equipment. Perhaps once they got a clear direction to go on no one would miss the camera if it happened to disappear into her sports bag again.
"So! Shall we start flipping through the pictures? I'm quite eager to see just how intrusive the man's surveillance was. He didn't seem that competent, but then again, he was a corpse when I first met him," Coco said casually, studying the red haired Epopt. Flippancy certainly helped her dispel the memory of touching the man's cold, clammy body on the blood-soaked pavement. It most certainly would. Coco was sure of it.