She stops quickly when he questions her, glancing back to see him holding a photograph of that place. Grayle's. Something overcomes her as she quickly steps forward, tugging it out of his hand before he can look too long.

"Just a case I'm working on," she dismisses quietly, turning her back to him as she slides it back into the file, slipping it under a paperclip next to a photograph of a man. She touches the picture for a lingering moment before she clears her throat and quickly closes the files, going to snatch up her glass of scotch and finishing it in one mouthful.