:: seventh holo
[the Exile has reverted to her old default mode for behaving when finding herself on a brand-new and strange planet: find an approximation of the local dress, observe the locals for a short period of time, and then attempt to slip into the crowd as if she's always belonged there. Being able to use the Force would make it much easier but she's always had a knack for being able to understand people and communities, and ten years of doing it without the Force before regaining her connection to it has her fully prepared to cope without it again.
So she's got on jeans, a sweater, boots, and a long coat, and has her lightsaber concealed beneath the coat; she's worked out how to catch a cab and has arrived at the NYPD, which she quickly learns stands for 'New York Police Department'. But she still doesn't know what she's supposed to do, so again she simply enters and acts as if she belongs there, sizing up the place]
[ooc: open post to the law enforcement folks!]
So she's got on jeans, a sweater, boots, and a long coat, and has her lightsaber concealed beneath the coat; she's worked out how to catch a cab and has arrived at the NYPD, which she quickly learns stands for 'New York Police Department'. But she still doesn't know what she's supposed to do, so again she simply enters and acts as if she belongs there, sizing up the place]
[ooc: open post to the law enforcement folks!]