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I have a question that perhaps someone in the City's police department can assist me with.

I've been going through records and while I've found a number of attempted statutes and by-laws, and even records of a now-defunct courthouse system ruled over by the deities, I'm having trouble finding laws, and how the police department has any power whatsoever.

So If someone could enlighten me, I would appreciate it. Otherwise, I have trouble with the general acceptance of a police-administered investigation, trial, and justice system.

And yes Ms. Lynde, this does pertain to you, so try to keep up during the conversation this time, will you?

If no one can provide me with satisfactory answers, I fully intend on having access to my employee back.

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Yes, I'm sure you are the most dangerous form of villain that is present here.

[Video: on! She sets it on a worktable while she sits over an engine that isn't in a car; she's cleaning it out.]

This isn't really the same.

Use your imagination, Miss Saya. Listen to all the artful compilations of my laziness.

[ The video also gets turned on from his end as Eames makes himself comfortable in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to whistle. ]

I'm only tied up to the building for another week, or thereabouts. To make sure I don't aggressively defend myself all over again, I imagine.

My imagination extends to well-designed racing motorcycles and engines with more than eight cylinders that make almost no noise at all.

[She turns to look at him quickly, but her focus goes back to the car]

Are you tethered with a tracking anklet?

I am. It's quaint. Clashes with nearly all of my trousers, though.

[ Not... really, but you know. They're bulky POSs. ]

What are you working on, now?

I'm sure it does. And impossible to get your trouser leg around it, too.

[Her brother had some experience with them.]

A client brought in a car to be serviced, but the engine needed some significant repair. I'm cleaning it out before I work on that.

What sort of car?

[ The kettle just barely starts to go of, a mild whisper before he's getting up and plucking it off the stove. ]

A Ford Focus. Cheap, efficient, but not terribly well-made. Why would anyone shop American when it comes to cars, I'll never know.

A questionable need to stay faithful to a particular country, perhaps, who knows.

With this kind of car, the repair is very rarely cheap, too.

[Well, whatever. It's not her car]

At least I'm not getting paid in pets.

[ Pause, before Eames goes back to sorting out his tea. ] Has someone- tried to pay you in pets, before?

That's how Mr. Orange got his toucan.

Huh.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

[ Soon enough Eames is sitting back down with his mug in hand, taking a small sip as he leans back into his chair. ]

[She fiddles a bit]

Was it a security camera?

A mixture of things, really. My hospital visit was the main thing.

Your hospital visit. Of course.

And you dealt with Cameron Lynde, is that right?

More-so with a certain Seargant Angua. Nice woman.

Angua.

I haven't met her.

You'd like her.

Well, I like her.

Tell me about her.

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