[The lush bearskin rug does not scream teenager to her. Not does the mysterious pool. However, the bed is a bit quaint and gets those gears turning in her head. These are the things Makima is poking at.
It's a gamble but... She might even be able to recognize Zack's scent. She's no bloodhound that can go running on a trail with just a pen held under the suspect's armpit, but if the begging is that adolescent in nature, she can try to get some confidence in a guess.]
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It's a gamble but... She might even be able to recognize Zack's scent. She's no bloodhound that can go running on a trail with just a pen held under the suspect's armpit, but if the begging is that adolescent in nature, she can try to get some confidence in a guess.]