"No such luck. But he thinks he could identify the guy in a line up." Which is better than nothing, in Natasha's opinion. It's not the best case scenario, but whatever is.

"We know it was a vampire. Shorter than Simon. And we know he smelled like campfire smoke." Natasha smile slightly, a little sadly as she says that last part. "He was very specific about that."

That, and the fact they should trust his nose.

"I'm still turning over just what that might point to, so if it means something to you..."