Faris as a film noir detective and Crono as the desperate client.
It was yet another slow day at Tycoon P.I. A poor guy who’d locked his keys in his car had thus far been the only “client” she’d had all day, and was getting ready to close shop for the day when she heard the door open.
‘Probably Mrs. Smith wanting some help with getting her cat out of the tree again. When will she learn that’s the Fire Depar-’ Detective Faris interrupted herself mid-thought when she actually looked towards the door.
“Ah, erm welcome, come in and take a seat. Now, is there anything I can help you with?” She said to him, moving back to her desk.