That right there was exactly the issue. He wasn't the only grunt currently present. Lux was a grunt, had always been a grunt, she was the action and the brawn - the one who executed what the brains thought was best. Sure, you needed a fair amount of discerning ability to be a homicide detective, but what she lacked in that she made up for in field work. Lux was never put, never behind her desk - she reviewed her evidence on the damn move for God's sake! And now here she was, lacking the balance that had made her so good at what she was. Looking at Julian, she shrugged. "I'll take it up to my superiors and they can elaborate on it." Probably take credit for it too, but who cared?
Shaking her head, Lux sighed. "Until things change nothing I do here will help. Without physical evidence this doesn't hold up in court. None of this." She muttered, visibly getting more miserable. After a while, she had written all that had occurred to her on the case file open before her. With a sigh, Lux stretched her arms behind her back and looked at Julian again. "You wanna brainstorm, make that pile go faster?"