The uniformed officers are watching her, and the Inspector realises—she does not work as the first responder all that often, though of course she knows perfectly well how to do it—that they are waiting for her instructions. She puts some iron in her spine and opens a channel to all of them. "Attention, please. This is Inspector Neith! Push the cordon back ten metres in every direction; I want all of you using the assisted recognition program, and anyone who pings with any kind of violent or narcissistic profile, I want them tagged into the file and I want full watch for every second of their day and night for a week in any direction. Hold pending further inquiries. I repeat: keep all of them. Dump everything to the case folder, we’ll sort it later, but I don’t want to have trouble putting my hand on someone down the line. All right? Move!"