Sneering off in Rush's direction, Chris made his way through the house until he found Clarisse's bedroom. Orderly, but unkempt like she wasn't in the habit of cleaning up after herself as she made her daily messes. He began to pick through various items and her drawers, looking for hints to her life or relationships hidden between the cracks anywhere. Although he did find a few business cards rubber banded together, some with personal numbers on the back, he didn't have much luck in locating anything else. Either she kept her life entirely digital or entirely private — if she was a witch like Chris suspected, he could understand not keeping everything laying around in the open. The kitchen was probably where he would need to look, brewing ingredients hidden amongst the more mundane.

Before he left the room, he stopped inside the adjoined bathroom and located a necklace that seemed the most worn out of all of them. This wasn't going to be going into evidence, but he would need it nonetheless. Scrying worked better with an object connected to the person or otherwise being searched for.

"Not much in here," he called as he left the bedroom. "Any luck on your end?"