Hawkeye nods, that all seems very... police-y to him. That's how they work, isn't it? But forensic science isn't up to much where he's from, and it's always seemed like a waste of medical training. "I guess it depends- if you're a doctor with terrible bedside manner, at least dead patients can't complain."

He shakes his head, "That sounds a lot like hard work. Doctor's back home- if they aren't in the army- they get real rich real quick. Some of them don't even worry about making people better after that." But not all of them. His dad- he can't continue that thought. Not when a horrible black pit opens in his stomach. His dad.

"I..." Hawkeye began, but his trail of thought was gone. He could only vaguely recall what the girl had said, something about jobs and murder and he couldn't really form an answer. Not with everything crashing down around his ears.