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“Am I interrupting something?” Unsuitable, her voices resounds in the darkened alleyway. Silence had plagued the area before her intrusion and she had expected at most, a cat messing with the trash. Not a man restraining another, a gun laying on the ground far from their reach. Seemingly awkward, she stared in in silence. Maybe she should have not said anything, nor had tried to illuminate the area with her flames. 

Beckett had been minding their own business when a figure bumped into them. Really, they had been, as they stood there peering through dark shades under the bright summer sun skulking out the next best person to make quick sketches of. They were procrastinating, too, on the next couple of pages for a comic they were hired to sketch out so maybe it was deserved to be interrupted as they were doing all but what their job needed them to do.