[She doesn't at all know who Conan is here or what he's doing at a crime scene, she assumes he's the child of one of the investigators. Even if she hadn't just arrived, she might still have a time of trying to make sense of it.
The look Lisbeth gives the kid borders on hostile, but due to his apparent age she seems to be attempting to be less abrasive out of the gate.]
No.
[Lisbeth takes one last drag off her cigarette and inhales deeply before hissing it out between her teeth, directing it towards the sky. She crushes it under the toe of her boot before she speaks again.]
Just looking.
[Her accent is faintly Swedish, if one had heard it before. But she speaks in mumbles and whispers more often than not.]
no subject
The look Lisbeth gives the kid borders on hostile, but due to his apparent age she seems to be attempting to be less abrasive out of the gate.]
No.
[Lisbeth takes one last drag off her cigarette and inhales deeply before hissing it out between her teeth, directing it towards the sky. She crushes it under the toe of her boot before she speaks again.]
Just looking.
[Her accent is faintly Swedish, if one had heard it before. But she speaks in mumbles and whispers more often than not.]