Jaeger should be more disturbed at the sight of Binx in his human guise creeping up to join him at the table, but he simply reaches over to pull the chair out a bit. Just because there's the illusion of a human there, doesn't mean he can't make it a little easier for Binx to manage. Then, he looks over at the photo in question, his expression grim.

"I suspect there's a great deal of built-up energy around the booth that's bled out into the visible spectrum." He shifts some papers around and comes out with a typed page. Notes are scribbled in the margins in a painfully precise hand, something for his own reference as he explains the photographs.

"This is the converted train car that the circus was using as a ticket booth. It was the same car from the crash a hundred years ago, and several people died inside it." A flash of grimace- if he dwells on it too long, he can still feel the rush of overwhelming heat and horror. That memory is going to be staying with him for a while yet, even as informative as it was.