He's probably about as trustworthy as half the other people in this building, the MP musese harshly. Just because someone is Enclave doesn't mean they have the best interests for the country or Detroit in mind. Sometimes it just means they want a title in front of their goddamn name or an office to hold over people. Fuckin' sucks. "Van Cleef is probably convenient to someone to get status. Tried to straighten up the city a while back, but a few were swept under the rug. Not much I could do."

He taps the notepad against his hand. "Four shared women on his schedule. JoAnn Connelly, Noore Najjir, Mrs. DePleur, and the Mayor's wife. Connelly's in this building, easy to get ahold of. We need to go down and look at files anyway, I wanna figure out who might have been in charge of emergency protocols- maybe someone was told what to do if there's an emergency."

Then Anderson looks up from his ramblings and note-taking.

"Looks like you had a lot on your mind. You get this look on your face when you're thinkin'. What is it?"