Francis was quiet for a moment and seemed to be in thought and then rubbed the back of his neck as he noticed he was being watched so carefully. He chuckled, "you're watching me so much, see something you like?" The man laughed a little. "Please, I'm kidding. Don't lock me up for a comment, all you'll do is waste money on giving me free food and shelter. I'm already suffering."

The other constable called out his name sharply, and she shrugged holding up his hands innocently towards Elijah. "I'm joking! Seriously, you all should get a sense of humor." He started to scratch at his head again. "I think, maybe.. I know something. Was she like.. brown hair? Green eyes? Like yay tall." He held up his hand. "Kind of not all that comely?" When the other nodded he clasped his hands together. "I do know something. She had gone to an agency. Seems they've lost a couple of girls. Not great at keeping track on their books though, that place. Maybe that's why they are so popular. Cheap help is so disposable." He shrugged.