too_cool_for_words karasu still savoring the faint aftertaste of garlic and five-spice from her meal, the detective glanced down at the pager glowing up from her belt. The department was moving to cell-phones and she knew that sooner or later she'd have to get one, but for now she stuck with her pager, prefering to someqwhat incommunicado and having the option to return calls when she was ready to instead of possibly having to answer right then and there. "It's easier," she thought, "to return a message and get my point across properly when i am good and ready instead of having to come up with a good answer right on the spot." Her meticulous and nearly obsessively observant nature was well known, and though it struck some as squirrely, any who held that opinion, though, generally found it quickly dispelled if they needed her hand in a strange investigation or a firefight. She could keep her head when situations got ugly and keep her lunch down even at the grisliest crime scene. A tour of her entertainment center and bookshelf would betray something of a gorehound, between the assortment of bad b-slasher movies and forensics and crime-scene photography textbooks. She rarely accepted partners on her own investigations and a few had found her demeanor icy f she felt they had overstepped and impinged her territory. On the other hand, those to whom she was assigned dismissed such criticisms, turning the metaphor on its head and desribing her as "too cool for words" The pager glowed up at her, buzzing angrily. It was the lieutenant. There was work to do. 030226 what's it to you? who go blather from