Charlie's head tilted a little as he tried to decide what to make of her. Actually, he couldn't really make anything of her, seeing as she was already made, but he could perhaps decide what she could be to him, if that were possible. Could people make something of other people? Could something be made of himself by her? That was a question he certainly wouldn't mind having an answer to.
The detective waited for traffic to clear before starting across the street. He seemed aware of his surroundings, yet he seemed to be having some very deep internal discussion. Actually, he was just wondering if she'd like an apple. She seemed the sort to like apples. Or maybe she liked grapples, or papples. The smile was playful, almost childlike as he approached her. He wasn't dimwitted, as certain people might think, but he wasn't normal. He knew that.
"Hello. Do you like apples? Fruit?" The way he looked at her, it was almost as if he were trying to memorize everything about her. His eyes moving from one aspect of her being to another. "I like fruit. Would you like to share some?"
His hand lifted, offering to it to her. It seemed the best way to get her to come with him on a search for fruit. The dead man had been forgotten, or more had been relegated to "freak accident." Really, who would take the time to set that up? And how would they know how to do it just right? If someone had done it, they would probably do it again. Not that Charlie wanted some else to die, but the lack of evidence in it being a murder...well, it was very accidental.