Not that you did not need your brain to be a detective; not using it was a death sentence for you and your career both, so you better. Sometimes Lux missed the time before making detective. That was pure ground work: canvassing, surveillance, shit nobody else wanted to do. But she didn't mind, she enjoyed it. Being a detective had meant a lot less of that and more of late night reports, but at least she was doing something. Making a difference. Right now she felt like she was stuck in place while trying to catch air with a net.
Davis' answer came as a relief, and Lux's sigh proved it. She leaned over her desk again, listening to what he was relaying. The idea of alien probes sounded like something out of South Park, but probably - hopefully - unrealistic. It made her chuckle under her breath. "There were lights involved in something else earlier this month, weren't there? Did I dream that?" Lux dreamed a great many things, most of them awful. It could very well be that these hovering lights were one of them. She caught the thumping in his heart and looked up at him, but said nothing.