"What, you don't think one of them is an alien in disguise? I mean, we are in Roswell," Lindsey said. He rolled a shoulder. Aliens weren't something he had much interest in, or exposure to in his dealings with Wolfram & Hart, but still. It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility to think that someone in this damn town might not be all they seemed.
"Maybe that one?" he gestured toward a young man dressed predominantly in black, with short spiked hair and a dog collar around his neck. Or the little girl over there," he pointed out a small child with almost unreal white-blonde hair. "You just never know about people."