Dexter was perplexed that anybody could sound so very confident in things like the meaning of life, and it made him edge a bit away from the Southerner.
He smelled cop on the guy with the red hair, which could have come in useful if he hadn't been going on in some zen-like tangent or focusing on strippers in phone booths.
The doctor wasn't going to be helpful in this either, he'd decided. They looked for things in a different way than the forensics team did. And the loud guy? Dexter was fairly sure the loud guy wasn't going to do anything but be loud. Perhaps he might kiss on the doctor some more.
The younger girl, she was actually thinking up some useful things. Trying.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to be trying though. He did want out. But finding the meaning of life? He was sure it wouldn't be what he expected it to be.
What he was sure of though, was that nothing was going to get done while they just sat around.