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Pondering this more, because I am nothing if not obsessive, I am thinking one of the show specific problems dealing with skepticism in the universe of Medium is that it is trying, to some extent, to reflect the real world relationship between psychic consultants and law enforcement. And whether or not you believe these consultants to be accurate or useful, one thing that is certain is that the information they provide is a hell of a lot more vague.
If you imagine that Joe or Lee or Manny are reacting to a statement like, "The killer lives near a railroad tracks, has brown hair, and the body is buried somewhere near water" it starts to make more sense than Allison picking up the phone all "Your killer lives at 123 Psychopath Lane, his name is Killer McStabby, and he buried the body on the east shore of Dumping Ground lake two yards south of the lifeguard on duty sign. Oh, also, bring me to a sketch artist and you'll have a picture of his face in 20 minutes" on a regular basis.
There are times when the information she gives is less detailed or subject to interpretation, but it is always accurate in ways that are objectively provable and highly specific in the end, which is very different than arresting your psycho and there's a railroad track nearby. When it remembers that, and to its credit a great deal of the time it really does and acts accordingly, expressing disbelief doesn't make sense. When it forgets, I'm left sighing very hard. 'Cause tell you what, if I was warned vaguely that I was in danger by a random psychic I probably wouldn't take it all that seriously. Allison tells me I'm in danger and I'm booking a ticket out of town and hiring a personal bodyguard faster than you can say precognition.
If you imagine that Joe or Lee or Manny are reacting to a statement like, "The killer lives near a railroad tracks, has brown hair, and the body is buried somewhere near water" it starts to make more sense than Allison picking up the phone all "Your killer lives at 123 Psychopath Lane, his name is Killer McStabby, and he buried the body on the east shore of Dumping Ground lake two yards south of the lifeguard on duty sign. Oh, also, bring me to a sketch artist and you'll have a picture of his face in 20 minutes" on a regular basis.
There are times when the information she gives is less detailed or subject to interpretation, but it is always accurate in ways that are objectively provable and highly specific in the end, which is very different than arresting your psycho and there's a railroad track nearby. When it remembers that, and to its credit a great deal of the time it really does and acts accordingly, expressing disbelief doesn't make sense. When it forgets, I'm left sighing very hard. 'Cause tell you what, if I was warned vaguely that I was in danger by a random psychic I probably wouldn't take it all that seriously. Allison tells me I'm in danger and I'm booking a ticket out of town and hiring a personal bodyguard faster than you can say precognition.