Nathan doesn't have to turn around and have a look to know who just had arrived - he recognizes the bouncy step of their engineer - and his jaw tenses ever so slightly. But he isn't surprised, mentions of such things as inaccessible doors and data terminals draw the Colctivus woman like a honey pot may draw a fly. Ironically, she has the same effect on most men. Even now, eyes of guards follow her closely. He isn't entirely sure Nastasiya knows what effect she has, but guesses she has a pretty good idea. Unlike Boss, who is completely unaware of how men ogle her bosom or behind when she dresses in her regular tight, revealing outfits.

"There usually is a body, Radelle," he reminds her in indifferent tone, stepping aside and letting her do her job, instead he goes to look through things on the table, capturing picture of the whole scene, then each item and taking few that aren't broken metal tidbits as evidence. Even after 3 years, he insists on calling her after last name, on and off the clock. Boss calls her by her name or even Tasi sometimes when they're not working, slipping in and out of the more familiar speech with ease. But they also know each other longer. And they are friends, in their own special kind of way. Doesn't matter that perhaps neither of them call it so or even realize it.

"Roscoe would have handled this, but thank you, Radelle," I8a tells the other woman. She knows no one summoned their engineer, per say, and she would argue about the semantics, if the newly opened room didn't have most of her attention (there is always time for it later). And there is no use denying that this went so much faster with her help. "Since you are already here, see if you can find out if it is a break in or intruder had access information to the terminal," she orders and although her voice doesn't have a usual authoritarian bark, it doesn't really give space for arguments. Sath knows Roscoe didn't have the time to get it done yet, but he probably already has copy of all data and process for last action tracking going.

After first inspection, there seems to be nothing but data banks in the new room. "Boss, look at this," Roscoe calls her and she immediately goes to his side, kneeling to inspect what he is pointing out on the floor near doors. It looks like something heavy has been pulled and left skid marks. "I found similar ones near access console." She doesn't have to tell him to take pictures from various angles, he probably already has or will in the next few moments. (He has.) They have developed certain routine over the years. He looks down at her, pondering what the marks means. He has a theory forming, but so does she, probably.

While I8a process this and continues to inspect the floor with greater scrutiny, she offhandedly informs that rolling chairs on space ship are not safe and there will not be any in shared rooms, while what Nastasiya has in her private quarters is none of Issa's business, if she is so keen on endangering herself. She doesn't fight the nickname anymore, after countless times of trying to explain significance of names and just how they are said and written in her culture. 'Izzy' lacks certain elegance, but she has grown used to it. The continued search is rewarding, she finds a burnt remains of chip by one of the data banks and tucks it in a bag. Curious.

"We need to search the surrounding area," she informs the other actual field agent. "It seems like one of the data banks was taken, although there is no empty space. Still, we might find a clue where or why it was taken outside." Nathan nods, having thought of a similar thing. "Radelle, see if you can find what is in those data banks, get a copy," I8a says, then turns around. They exit the crime scene and even the shabby warehouse, with him again on her heels. He feels that the oldest Law Officer is watching them, probably wondering just how they get anything done (despite having witnessed their efficiency just now), while youngest is still staring at Radelle. Well, she does look exotic, but does he have to be so open about? It is disrespectful.

Does Roscoe care about respect deeply? No, he doesn't. Just like he doesn't care for laws for the sake of laws themselves - men like him are created to bypass laws, by the men who created these laws in the first place. Going by them most of the time simply ensures he can be harsh to those who don't. In the end, only rules he really follows are the ones set by someone he respects and is loyal to. His Commander. His Boss. Right now, and for a long, long time more if he has any say in it (and he will), it's the Sath woman who has never doubted him.

Respect does matters when it comes to the two women on his unit, though. It's not just chivalrous nature, although that may play a role in it; the main reason is that they are part of his team. He knows them, he has seen their brilliant minds at work, just like he knows their shortcomings and all of it makes Nathan realize their value. Value as excellent colleagues, if nothing more. And while others might not have the time to learn all he had, it is obvious that they are good at what they do and therefor, deserve to be respected. Their skills shouldn't be belittled or ignored because of their... physical assets. Or even attitude.