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[nevegallus]

The Second City of Darrow spits her back out as unceremoniously as it had accepted her, and Neve doesn't even take the time to wipe the ash off her clothes before she goes to Darrow's Precinct 2. She steps in and the same officer is behind the counter as the last time she'd been, and this time she throws him a bone.

“Neve Gallus for Daniel Sousa,” she says, and remembers not to sit in the uncomfortable chairs lining the wall. The officer looks at her wide-eyed before hesitantly asking, “Are you okay, Miss Gallus?”

“Never better, why?” she asks, canting a wry smile his way. He doesn't seem like he wants to point out the soiling of her clothes and hair.

“A-are you here to report a crime?” he presses. He looks her over again slowly, almost pointedly. Even her metal leg is diminished in shine by the ash settled into its carving.

“I've told you why I'm here,” she points out. He hesitates again, so she sighs softly. “Look, just call him, won't you? He's expecting me.”

Finally, the officer turns to his phone and lifts the receiver to his ear.

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[ssrsousa]

Daniel made a non-committal noise. If they were really flight risks, they didn't get to go to the bathroom themselves. There had a few people through here who had tried the bathroom trick to get out from under the eyes of someone, though. He wasn't sure which movie had convinced them that was going to work, but it pretty much never did.

"Thanks for being willing to help out with this. Let Micah know if you need to talk to me after you're done," he said.

At that moment, Micah walked in with his sketch pad and supplies. The man was medium height, blond, slim, and had a very prominent brow ridge. He was as distinctive as the sketches he tended to make.

"Have a good day, Neve. Micah, I'll be interested to see your sketches."