When Padraig said he didn't want more useless paper work and other mind-numbing work, he hadn't exactly pictured this. But then again, what had he been expecting. Somehow on this side of the desk chasing someone through a dark alley, tackling them, and dragging them in didn't sound as, well, realistic as he had envisioned. Oh well. Here was a real case in front of him, not to mention a real challenge. It was time to prove that he could handle something this big.
So gathering up everything he had up to this point on the Elkins case, he sort of tossed the milla folders on the desk in the conference room. They were organized, sure, but it didn't help that the one the folders was all but bursting into "Unusable/Unbelievable visions" with people claiming the girl was on Mars, or currently being held captives my mole people in some cave in the Ukraine. He didn't have much to go on, but hopefully, by putting everyone's heads together maybe they could come up with something. As he waited for everyone else to show, he began setting up the cork board on the one side of the wall. If anything, just to harness some of his anxious energy right now.
When he heard someone walked in he stopped what he was doing and looked over. A serious look was on his face, but it wasn't cold. "Hey." he said simply with a small nod of his head.