Filing cabinets... [She says it a little mystified, but then she shakes her head. Right. Everything is different here.] I'm used to receiving more information about the other suspects, as it were. This will sound a bit daft, but there was a black cat who could talk, and it kept a copy of all of our memories in them.

[She crosses her arms, expecting to be disbelieved, but she doesn't really care enough to dance around her words when they're about to start debating who killed someone.]

But this time the profiles are truly all we have to go off... it's just a pinch disappointing.