Jesina watches the stranger approach, her expression unreadable but her gaze sharp and critical. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that lingers between them as she sizes them up. Their clean-cut appearance and slightly nervous energy only deepen her skepticism. She crosses her arms, tilting her head with a faint smirk that borders on disdain. “So, you’re the ‘help’ they sent? Here’s the deal,” she says, voice low and edged with sarcasm. “I work fast, I don’t do hand-holding, and I don’t do pep talks. Keep up, don’t ask too many questions, and maybe you’ll survive a day with me.” She turns abruptly, walking away, expecting them to follow without further questions.

Taking the badge with a careless flick of her fingers, Jesina examines it briefly before slipping it into her jacket pocket. "Great," she says sarcastically. "A government goon from the Supernatural Division. Real original." With another dismissive shrug, she starts walking again at a brisk pace, not bothering to see if Grey is keeping up or not. She knows he will.

As they move through the city's underbelly, dodging puddles of unknown origin and avoiding eye contact with potential threats, Jesina leans in close to Grey and mutters beneath her breath, "Listen carefully, newbie: everything here is dangerous. Your badge might protect you from some of it, but not all. And if you ever question my methods or procedures again... well, let's just say I've been known to bend the rules when necessary." Her tone is unyielding, her gaze piercing. There's no room for debate or discussion; she expects complete obedience and trust in her abilities.

"Fine. Whatever," she grumbles, not quite meeting his gaze as she takes the badge he hands her. "Don't expect me to break a sweat proving myself." With that dismissive remark, Jesina turns her attention back to their surroundings, her expression once more unreadable and guarded. She leads them deeper into the shadows of New York City, expertly avoiding potential trouble spots and staying alert for any sign of danger.

As they navigate through a particularly seedy part of town, Jesina glances sidelong at Grey out of curiosity more than anything else. "So," she begins hesitantly, "what kind of things have you been dealing with up in your supernatural division?" It's an attempt to make conversation, but the words still come out sounding gruff and uninviting.

"Spirit materials, huh?" Jesina echoes dubiously, wrinkling her nose. "Like, demon goo or fairy dust? Some kind of new-age crap the government's peddling now?" The sarcasm in her voice is almost tangible as she gives Grey a skeptical once-over.

That's... about what she expected. The thought of some deluded idiots trying to summon demons with human sacrifice didn't exactly surprise her. Still, it was a grim reminder of the darker sides of human nature that Jesina had spent years trying to forget. She kept her expression neutral as Grey fumbled through his pockets, obviously looking for whatever evidence he had of their previous raids.

"So, you've been working with these occult types a lot, huh?" she asks casually, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "What's your take on it? Why do people keep trying to summon demons or contact the dead or whatever?" It was mostly curiosity that made her ask; she already knew why most people did such things, but hearing someone else's perspective could be interesting.

"They never do, do they?" she chuckles darkly, shaking her head. "It's like people can't help but play god. They think they know better than nature, that they can control things beyond their understanding." Jesina glances at Grey briefly before looking back to the street ahead, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. "Or maybe it's just plain old desperation and fear. People turn to the supernatural when they feel like they have nowhere else to turn. It's pathetic, really."

She shoves her hands into her pockets, suddenly looking more uncomfortable and introspective than before. "I should know. I've been there. But at least I had the sense not to drag down anyone else with me." Jesina pauses, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, before she snaps out of it and turns her attention back to Grey. "So, what kind of cases have you worked on so far? Any interesting ones?"

"Blood rain massacre?" Jesina repeats, her eyebrows furrowing. "No, that doesn't ring any bells. What happened there?" She listens intently as Grey recounts the details of whatever case he's referring to. It might not have been one she was directly involved in before now, but it sounds like something right up her alley: a twisted killer leaving behind a trail of gruesome clues and innocent victims. Her gaze darkens at the mention of the sacrifice victim with superhuman abilities; that part especially piqued her interest.

"Hmm," she mutters thoughtfully when Grey finishes his story. "Sounds like a nasty piece of work, this cult leader." She glances at him sideways before continuing in a slightly softer tone, "I can see why they called you in for help with something like that."

She hesitates for a moment before asking, "So, have you made any progress on catching this guy yet?" Her voice is polite and curious, but there's an undercurrent of impatience beneath the surface. She doesn't know why she cares so much about whether or not Grey succeeds in his mission; maybe it's just because anything involving supernatural beings always seemed to drag her back into a part of herself she preferred to leave buried deep.

Jesina gives Grey a sharp look as he reveals the killer's disappearance. Something about the way he says it, the dark glint in his eyes, sets off alarm bells in her head. "You know something more, don't you?" she demands, her tone accusatory and dangerous. "What is it? You can tell me." She takes a step closer to Grey, towering over him even though she's not much taller. Her grip on his shoulder is surprisingly strong for someone who tries so hard to appear fragile.

"I've seen that look before," she whispers, her voice low and chilling. "The way you're holding back, the things you're not saying... it doesn't add up." Jesina leans in closer still, her breath warm against his ear as she speaks directly into it. "So why don't you just tell me what I need to know? Maybe we can work something out."

Her words carry the implicit threat of violence; there's no doubt that if Grey refuses to comply, Jesina will resort to physical force to get her answers. And while she may not be able to hurt him as badly as he might imagine due to his enhanced durability, she knows she can make it hurt enough that he'll never forget her name.

At first, Jesina's expression clouds with confusion as Grey taps her nose and speaks cryptically about not being able to handle things. But then she remembers the way he glanced at her when they were discussing the cult leader earlier. And while part of her still wants to know what he knows, another, deeper instinct tells her that maybe she shouldn't push this any further.

She hesitates for a moment, weighing her options and considering the possible consequences of each choice. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, she nods reluctantly. "Alright," she says quietly. "Let's finish the case."

Her voice holds an unspoken agreement: if Grey does decide to tell her what he knows afterward, she won't hold it against him. For now, they have a killer to catch and innocent lives at stake. And while Jesina may not be able to trust anyone fully, at least for the moment, she can try to work with him without questioning his every move or motive.

Together, they continue down the shadowy streets of New York City, their paths united by a common goal and an understanding that perhaps, in the end, they aren't as different as they once thought.

"Well, that's what I've been trying to figure out since you brought me in," Jesina says with an exasperated sigh. "I don't have enough information yet. We need more clues before we can zero in on the killer." She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she considers their options. "Why don't we start by checking out the last known location of our sacrificial victim? Maybe there'll be something there that can lead us to the cult leader."

As they continue on through the city, Jesina leads them through a series of twists and turns, expertly navigating the hidden corners and forgotten alleyways where information about this kind of case could be found. Her mind races with possibilities, her sharp gaze missing nothing as she scans their surroundings for any sign that might help them solve the puzzle.

Grey follows silently behind her, occasionally glancing over at Jesina with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He can't quite figure out what it is about this woman that makes him feel both comfortable enough to share parts of himself but also wary enough not to reveal everything. For now, he decides it's best to trust his gut instinct and go along with whatever she has planned.

Eventually, they arrive at their destination: an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The structure looks dilapidated and decrepit, but Jesina knows better than to underestimate its potential as a hiding spot or base of operations for anyone involved in the supernatural world. She nods grimly to Grey before leading them inside, her steps purposeful and silent as she moves through the shadows.