"Maybe if you were more pathetic about it I'd suspect something," she says, the teeniest tiniest edge of amusement in her tone. The shit givin, she can't help herself.

A pause. "PI, no shit? I thought that was something movies made up." She frowns, studying him a moment. "There's a lot of answers to that depending on what you want. The accessibility in here is for shit, but there's some dry spaghetti in the kitchen I could use to make a map of where shit is in the house, so you can feel it and don't have to give yourself bruises playing a pinball."