Sometimes the problems that bring people to the grey-green doors of the mighty world headquarters of Justice and Dixon are not as big as they might imagine. Sometimes they are simple people, befuddled by a problem outside of their experience, and assuming a degree of complexity that does not otherwise exist. Those are good days. This isn't one of them.
People have a lot to say about good intentions. Opinions vary. Some say they are the chains that bind us, some say they are the graces that separate us from the animals. But the one thing that everyone can agree on is that when you find yourself up to your knees in them, you're probably travelling The Road to Hell.
The jaunty angle at which our girl detective chooses to wear her hat does occasionally come with a price, and every once in a great while, that price encompasses something which she actually notices and just possibly cares about. It is entirely possible that this might be the story of one of those times.