Togusa is right there with him in keeping his hair just long enough that it still looks good, and just barely within the uniform regulations. Come on, they have to bring a little bit of class to the job.

There is a flash of a guilty look on Togusa's face as he steps out of the lane. "It's not a case. Sort of. Not yet. It's." He sighs deeply. He moves to the back of the room to the cubbies where officers can store their personal belongings. He hesitates, and then pulls out a grey duraplastic case, about the size of a briefcase. It's the exact kind that somebody would use to transport a handgun. But it's not department regulation.

"It's this whole Retrospec thing. And I've got to decide if it's time to start to try put some of what we know together into a case. I don't know how much it's going to be worth coming from me. I'm not a Detective." There is pure frustration in Togusa's tone. It's right back to what he was talking to Fynn about. He doesn't want to pursue rank, but what if not having it gets in the way of his job?

Togusa pauses, and then he hands over the case. "But you might have seen on the network that some people have been getting deliveries in the mail? From Retrospec?" He nods. "Careful not to touch the inside." He can probably guess what's in it.