Elijah looked up and nodded a bit to Aslan. "Thanks, I am sure.." He glanced through the files. "Oh, nothing too uncommon. Some look like people getting robbed, and a few.. who knows. Don't have all the information yet. Maybe a bar fight spilled out into the street and progressed until someone collapsed? Or something more personal? One has died, but the rest will hopefully be able to tell us something when they recover."

Elijah stood and held up a hand. "Let me. You're here to work, you shouldn't have to get up. Let me treat you like a guest." He smiled weakly and turned to go get some coffee going, he'd lost a lot of tea on the floor. He still couldn't believe what was wrong with him.