Preston shrugged at Vanessa. "Don't feckin' chastize me like a child. She's absolutely right, yae ken. Smarten the feck up, lass, or yae'll be the next victim in a psycho's profile."
He hopped off the desk, not sure why, legs carrying him to the door. "I'll be back," he announced to the room as he headed out. He turned his head, looking for Meredith, finding her hurriedly stumbling the hall.
"Wait, lass, 'ang on." He jogged a bit. Catching up to the young woman, he gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Yae aw'right?"