As usual, Fynn walks in wearing his signature chrome lense sunglasses with his standard police uniform. Despite his typical sloppy nature, Fynn is actually well put together for the most part. The uniform is nicely ironed and all the buttons are properly in placed except the collar. Fynn has a habit of keeping it unbuttoned. He looks like a role model officer if it wasn't for his grande macchiato in his right hand and the wild long brown hair.

Honestly, Fynn is addicted to the stuff. Caffeine is one hell of a drug. He drinks about three of those things a day, "No need to thank me." He says humbly with a grin as he raise his styrofoam cup in a mock salute. "Let's get down to business, shall we? Not often I get to work first hand on a case." Especially since he's just a beat cop.

"So what are we lookin' at here?"