There's a clearing of a throat as Annalie comes to stand beside Beckett. For an until recently grey citizen, Annalie has a lot of presence. She's tall, with an arresting figure and she usually manages to get what she wants just by sheer intimidation factor (consciously or not). Annalie approves of Beckett's approach to her work however, so she greets the other woman with a smile.

"I'll take over for you here," she said. "The kid wants a word with you in the tent."

They've managed to get the tent fully set up now and there's two tables inside, one for staff to work at, the other for their ... decidedly grisly finds. Conan's studying a rather ... foul looking ... thing ... when Beckett joins him, the smell speaking for itself.