Dust seems to be a part of the Lieutenant's clothing. Kenshin chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while Columbo rifled through his pockets and sending little bits of dust falling off of the gray overcoat he wore. He looked rumbled and scatterbrained and Kenshin had the feeling that some of it was a bit of an act. One did not get high in the chain of command by being a fool unless one was able to buy their way there. He may not know much about the city Los Angeles, but it was probably not as corrupt as some providences back home.

"No, one is not a member of this place. This one is a wanderer, that one is."