With a sympathetic nod, she led him around the counter to a set of stairs in the corner. She travelled up them with familiar ease, not thinking to see that her charge was alright to negotiate them unaided; she was more intent on reaching the man she knew would be sitting in her office at this moment.
She passed another office area, dominated by a set of desks pushed together (front to front so that those sitting at them would be able to converse as they sat at them) and walked ahead to an open doorway that seemed to be watching the work area. A hall passed beside the room it led to, on the right hand side. Leaning into her office, Wilson smiled at Lieutenant Frederickson. He appeared to be daydreaming while rocking in her chair - an impressive feat, considering it was quite a luxuriously stuffed and covered high-backed bit of furniture, with stocky, splayed legs. The wood parts were intricately carved, giving it an austere aspect... that her number one was obviously not intimidated by in the least.
"Hello there," she grinned, laughing outright when all four legs met the floor with a sudden, loud thump and he looked at her in startlement. It only took a moment before the expression melted into one of sheepish pleasure. "Quiet night, then?" she purred.
Freddy - as he was generally known - got to his feet and sauntered around the desk towards her. "Well, it was... until now," he grinned. He looked somewhat surprised when she cleared her throat and stepped aside to reveal Joely trailing after her. His grin changed as he blinked at the farmer, becoming more professional and impersonal - though he wasn\'t mean about it.
"Well, not for Joely, here. He was robbed on the paths in the Outer. Mind if I use the office to take his statement?"
"It\'s your office," he chuckled and sidled past her, nodding respectfully to Joe on his way to sitting at one of the desks in the Lieutenant\'s area.
Wilson walked in, grasped the doorknob and waited for her charge to enter before closing it behind him. She grabbed a wooden chair from beside a bookcase and smiled, gesturing for him to sit on it as she placed it in front of her desk. "Sorry about that," she murmured as she sat in her own chair and began hunting down fresh paper and her nib. It had been quite some time since she\'d taken a statement; mentally, she was trying to remember what all the details she needed to note, were. Once she had everything she needed, she smiled up at him again. "Okay, can you repeat your name for me?"