The scruffy detective gives a sheepish smile and scratches at his head as he listens to her. "Well, maybe... You're the one who was running, but I'm the one who could've moved out of the way more easily. How about we call it even, pal?"

He tried to remain good-natured, used to dealing with curt people. Although the more he looked at her, the more he could have sworn he heard something about women with hair like that.