Danny gives a small noise as he searches through the files, head bowed down and top half of his body fully leaning over the desk as he idly twirls one ankle against the floor, trying to relieve pressure off the bad knee. "Hey, babe, where's that one that has the arrest record of that woman we brought in the other week, the one who pulled tarot on the side. I'm thinking, I'm thinking I got island-cursed for not respecting your ways or something."