[ She wants to push away the nagging thought that this young man reminds her somewhat of Jonathan, but in a completely different way. When he speaks, he's quiet, and that is something she can appreciate. Quiet, mature... then again, appearances can be deceiving. ]

So am I. I haven't found any clues yet, though, other than those posters on the walls at the station.

[ There's a pause as she turns to face him completely, a slender brow arching. ]

You... did take notice of those, right? As for having any information, no, not yet. But if I can find a library, I plan on heading over there... most libraries are filled with newspaper clippings and books about the area that they're in, so I'm guessing this one does, too.

[ There's a pause. She's a little bit of a social retard, something no doubt her partner would call her out on if he were here, and she realizes that she's forgetting to do something-- ah, right. Introductions. ]

My name is Charlotte, by the way. Charlotte Aulin.