She had a grocery bag in her hand when she reappeared, emblazoned with the logo of a store between the coffee shop and here that she found cheap and convenient. It had some of Iris' bright clothing in it, judging from the rainbow, as well as some plain, thin cheap towels (for the blood). She still had her loose jacket on and nothing about her spare, uncharacteristically intense appearance had changed. Her hair pulled back and her eyes unpainted, she did not resemble the woman that could bedazzle money out of wallets. "Yes."
"Do you think the three people in that apartment were involved in what happened to her? I didn't get a chance to get a good look." She was talking about blood spatter and other observational evidence she assumed Eliot would have gathered, and she was unwilling to admit that she had not been in any condition to notice it. As they spoke she moved out into the hall, the wrist that hid the knife free from obstruction.