*…Yes, they would be discussing compensation later. And Kyouko will argue so she receives as little as possible. And hopefully this case wouldn’t end up incredibly big, and thus she doesn’t have to ask her name and/or title as a detective be excluded from… everywhere.*
Yes, we can leave immediately if that is your plan. There isn’t much more preparation I could do, anyways. …A firearm? Well, of—
*She stopped. She wanted to say yes – surely someone in her family taught her how? Kyouko searched her memories… when she was still young… she swore she could see her father scolding the rest of the family for letting little Kyouko even touch a gun, but she had no memory of firing one. Maybe she imagined that memory too. It took a lot of willpower to keep her face from scrunching up in frustration.*
…It’s not incredibly difficult. I’ve studied people at firing ranges— (“—about ten years ago—”) —but I’ve never had to use one myself. Don’t worry about me – if the need arises, I’m sure I can handle it.
“Ah.” So she didn’t. The male detective tilted his head to one side, smile fixed on his face in a particular, reigned in excitement. Hakuba leaned on the door that he held for her, hesitating only a moment before offering a wink and a quirk of that smile, turning it into a lopsided smirk.
“Well, if all goes according to plan, you won’t need to, regardless. I have full confidence in you, but I’d rather not have to worry about gunpowder discharge or blood stains in the first place. So, let us be off."
While waiting for her to get into the car so he could shut her door for her, he fished in his pocket for his pocket watch, which he used to verify the time against his wrist watch before putting it away. Then he checked his phone, somewhat distractedly, to reread the address for the meeting place once more. It was sure to be quite the interesting case.