"Yeah, I've noticed." He'd been contending with it since he'd arrived in one form or another. Even back home, he had friends, people he could turn to who helped him with things he wasn't exactly an expert on. He had ties at the police department and...it was just easier in Detroit. Here, he didn't know most people, he didn't know where to begin, and suddenly he was in charge of a lot more than he ever had been back home. He did his best not to look relieved at the offer. "I'd honestly kill for another detective, especially one with experience with things like this place." He'd been here a few months, true, but he was by no means an expert.

"I wouldn't say that. In my world, most people don't know, either. People don't believe me any more than they believe a guy who says he can move things with his mind." He'd begun, in his own world, to believe magic was a religion rather than a practice, too.

He nodded at Watts' attempt at understanding. "All sentient beings leave behind psychic fingerprints when they touch things. The more emotional they were when they touched something, the more distinct the imprint. I can read those, and a lot like tracing a print, it has to be interpreted."