Chloe shuffled her way into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind her. By the looks of it John must have been parked here for some time. A good sign. Most of Lawrence must be in bed right now instead of committing crimes. They have no idea how lucky they are over the fact that they turned in early. Or at least were getting away with it. Personally she would rather get picked up by the cops than run into the Former Detective in a dark alley. Especially since there was something wrong with him. Unaware if the effects of kryptonite worked the same on those from Mars as they do on Krptoninans she was trying not to jump to conclusions on what was causing recent behavior. The diversion was her way of looking out for him and the others. Whatever was making John this was could prove dangerous to someone who would so much as think of littering. So it seemed. Some of the guys better be quiet on the boards. Why would you pick a fight with an alien?
Turning back wasn't an option now. John wanted a mission to deliver some justice to the world and she had just the thing he was looking for in her bag. Unzipping the leather case with a small smirk the brains behind a few of his off-the-record operations handed over the files. "I believe these are the files you are talking about." Watching his facial reactions while he looked over the files it looked like the evidence and statements in the folder had convinced him enough for a little investigation. For this she was grateful... it wouldn't be easy to hide everyone Detective Jones would deem punishable if he was still walking around the streets. In the clear now it was time to introduce John to the world of Girl Scout cookies. The. Best. Pulling out a sleeve she handed the thin mints over. "I don't know if you'll like them. I got some oreos too." The car started to fill with the smell of minty chocolate after she opened her own sleeve of cookies to have at. "So what do you think, are the robberies linked?"