[sylvanSpider]

Simon took the hand, gently, more gently than he had done anything in his entire life fearing that even a touch would snap the man's finger in half, "It is a pleasure meeting you. Both. The old widow's house? Well, I shall be getting there soon enough." His plans to go through the town may have just been stinted. Having gained some information from the chief of police in the night prior, he was able to piece together that the last murder of this nature hadn't happened in Flint for the past decade, perhaps longer. If a vampire was lingering, they would have had the aged look of a very old person--or perhaps a vampire who hadn't been feeding. Regardless, his trip through the town could very well be stinted with an expedited trip to the widow's, but this he kept internal.

Externally, he struggled to smile in response to Mrs. Blachett's anxieties, "Yes, that must be it. I will visit her presently after I finish here, if only to ease your mind." After moving in from the door with it firmly shut behind him, he continued to stand awkwardly with his rigidly straight back, knees locked, one hand's fingers curled about a pen and the other holding the clipboard still more awkwardly in front of him. He cleared his throat.

"With that out of the way, shall I commence the interview?"