Alastair had his way of finding things out, either through word of mouth, listening to people talk, or spill their guts. He'd learned enough from just being around to know that Dean was still basically doing his normal thing. Getting attached to people, saving lives, the works. It was frustrating in a way, but Alastair had managed to get himself into the hospital disgused as a surgeon. The young blond haired woman had caught his eyes as he approached her. She seemed to know quite a bit about quite a bit, and that was always good.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" Alastair asked quietly, glancing into the room with the purple faced man. "I think I have something that might help you out." He stated. "When I came into my office, I noticed some things were out of place and one of my scapels were... Well, maybe you want to take a look? I probably should have told the police, I know, but... Only one of my really good friends and myself have a key, and I don't think he'd... Do that." Alastair looked up at her with a sorrowful and pitiful look.
"Come on, my office is just over here." He finished, waving her in the direction of a door that lead to the stairs that lead to the basement. "I really appreciate your time." He stated before turning back to her with a slight frown.