Three or four days so far with very little, if any, sleep. Sephiroth's mind was far too active with the various threads of the murder investigation going on to allow his body to get much more than that. He showed significantly less tiredness and fatigue than some of the others involved and was glad enough for the mechanics that granted him clarity of awareness still, even though it would undoubtedly come around soon.

Intimidation however, was something that always often slipped into his mannerisms when there was an answer right before him, and his intuition told him it was just out of his grasp even though he couldn't see it. As Kidd relaxed in response to his own attempt at a more open-type of body language, Sephiroth flexed both of his hands --not quite balling them into fists and then opening them-- before sitting back to also be more reclined on his chair.

"I don't disagree with you; though others might not be so understanding." He spoke lowly, not quiet enough to be completely private, but about as close as he might be able to chance being. Mind control was still very much on the table, yet for reasons possibly also obvious to Kidd, he didn't want to run too hard with that growing theory.

"What you mean to say, is that potentially either or both of you could have been controlled into believing it was the other that committed the crime. A diversionary tactic of the mastermind, perhaps..." Sephiroth pondered out loud.

-which might well mean they'd managed to get close.

Forcing back control of the here and now, Sephiroth met with Kidd's eyes again after a brief pause and sat up a little more in his seat. No one, not even him, could make themselves look taller by sitting on a chair across from a table to her but the rising to his shoulders certainly seemed to try to give that impression. Perhaps it was time he asserted some authority-

"Then help me to catch them. Tell me what you do remember."