Oh... that explains just about everything right there. I really should have thought of that...

Man, you must hate this place. Because that's more or less everything we're doing, even when we're investigating. We're in one giant circling pattern of birds, like a bunch of buzzards waiting for dinner that never comes... which really is more a description of myself than you. You're a hawk. You want to be doing something. I'm just waiting.

[Yeah, she wasn't calling Ren a buzzard in this case... He got the noble bird.]