#svd63.

The officer blinked curiously at the sudden compliment and she pointed at herself, as if trying to confirm that he was speaking to her. There was no one else around, but— lovely? “Um, thanks—” she offered a small, tight lipped, polite smile.

"You’re a terrible person," she remarked, clicking her tongue. The officer crossed her arms and attempted to recall an embarrassing story. "… a long time ago, I used to have a partner— a long long time ago. Let’s just say my most embarrassing moment revolves around attempted arrest of an incorrectly idenitified person. There’s a reason I work independently, now."

"Has he done something that is illegal, requires arrest, and is a threat to his surroudnings?" she responded with a question, "Legally, I am not allowed to, if he has not fit with the three criteria; however, if he does drive me insane, I might shoot his foot or something, yeah."

She never imagined she’d ever say anything of the sort to Alexander, and she reverts to her secondary tongue in order to brush it off, if anything; “Alexander; m’acheter de la nourriture. J’ai faim.”

"Of course I did. Somewhere in the very back of mind, I did." She chuckled lightly, "You’re wasting these questions. But yeah, I missed Alexander; probably not consciously."

She’s bound to the statement that she wasn’t allowed to lie; not that she would lie about it. “… I’m sorry, I do not love Alexander as much as you would think I do.” A snort of amusement, “I love him as much as I love sleep… the reciprocal of how much I love sleep is pretty accurate.” One over some unreadable number, probably.

She whirled around in surprise and pushed her hair back, “Oh! Alexander—” a small smile; “Hey.”

Fuckin' run.