Daniel's eye had turned to her, traveling downwards to look at her outfit for just a brief moment before looking back up and away in either disinterest or a brief moment of hidden embarrassment. He mused over her words for a few moments, returning his gaze to her own as he leaned forward. He purposefully cleared his throat to get her attention. "Resign from this case. The entire force, if you have to." He spoke clearly, plainly and earnestly, and his voice carried a tinge that hadn't been there before -- sorrow, perhaps?

"Why do you think they put somebody like me, somebody with nothing to lose, here? Chief might act like a big clueless idiot, but he's sharp as a tack in the head. This 'case' isn't going to be solved with due process, court papers or forensic investigators." He tried to beat around the bush for a few moments, stealing a churro from her to take a bite from the cinnamon-flavored snack. "This case is going to -- damn, these are pretty good -- going to end in blood. I don't want it to be yours, okay? You seem like a good kid. You must have a family, pet, husband, a life that's waiting for you away from this. Don't throw it away." He consciously let a pleading tone slip into his voice as his good eye stared into her own, conveying the seriousness of words.