A bashful expression, or at least that was what June thought it was.  It was a little hard to read his expressions, the gray coloring of his, âskinâ just seemed to be stretched over his face in one uniformed color.  This layer moved so much like skin and yet it wasnât, it gave June mixed feelings on whether or not she liked it.  She was a little bothered, detectives were suppose to be gritty.  She didnât know what sort of thoughts were being processed in Nick Valentineâs head, but it didnât seem like he was thinking of narrative like the detectives in novels did.  Lets see, something like:Â
âShe rolled in with the fog, leaving slick, humid air wherever she walked. Â She was a fine looking dame, a bit on the thick side, with wide hips that would be easy to grab. Â Just as easy as she slid over to my desk and grabbed my chin. Â I was frozen in place as her red lips huskily murmured compliments on my visage, a rare but warranted action. Â After all, not many women could appreciate the look of an old detective. Â Obviously, she had a thing for wires, gears, and the smell of oil, something that I could easily offer her to her heartâs content.â Â Â
Yeah, something like that. Â The dreamy look on Juneâs face was suddenly contorted as she pulled her chin back into her neck, spread her lips into a wide grimace, and her eyes squinted up as Nickâs weirdly spindly clawed hand wrapped around her own and removed her hand from his chin. Â Gross, gross, gross, it was like being manhandled by a blender. Â
Her brown eyes widened as the synth stood up, looming over her.  Radiation, the lack of nutrition, and stress were hard on the bodies of humans.  Not many of them grew to be over six feet, the majority falling far below that.  Juneâs own height of 5â˛9 was an abnormality that many people commented and associated her with. Â
âUh, help?â June asked before her cheeks blushed dark red. Â âNo, no I donât need any help. Â I mean, to be truthful, in my line of work, Iâm more the type of person to go missing than to be looking for someone,â she admitted with a crooked grin. Â âYep, thatâs me,voted most likely to be found dead in a pit clinging to some flowers or something.â Â The real question was if she did go up missing would anyone look for her or hire Valentine to try and find her? Â It wasnât likely, not with her family dead. Â Maybe she could pay upfront for Valentine to find her corpse in the event she did disappear?
âNo Iâm here in Diamond City to give a letter to the mayor from the mayor of Goodneighbor,â June told Valentine. Â Well if she could consider it a letter, after Handcock had thoroughly questioned her hand writing ability he had her compose a letter in her most flourishing handwriting to Major McDonough that read simply; Hey McDickough, fuck you. Â Love John Hancock. Â Hancock had also drawn little penises around the boarder of the letter to give it pizzazz, his words not Juneâs. Â Â Â Â Â
âBut, maybe you could tell me some cases that youâve solved, or stories about your adventures? Â I have a little time to spare.â