"Well, there was... a series of explosions", the suited woman says weakly, pointing towards the street where, sure enough, there are several craters in the pavements. "I was thrown against a wall and... next thing I see is myself bleeding and this young man lying beside me."

Despite the odd weary pause, her voice is suprisingly firm and calm. She doesn't seem all that distressed about the situation, despite her torn and blood-soaked clothes and the chaos surrounding her. She smiles at the detective and brings her hand to rest against her chest. If Henry is feeling particularly perceptive, he might notice odd lacerations and bloodstains on her shoes...