In many ways, Renee is a typical Gothamite, which means she's not always the most helpful of people. Even as a police officer. Especially as a police officer. Or rather, a detective. In Gotham, one does not generally fulfill the saving kittens from trees/walking old ladies across the street quota on a monthly basis, sadly. In Gotham, one tends to fill their getting exploded or shot quota much more quickly. This has nothing to do with why she eyes the guy shuffling through the yogurt sidelong and ventures, "They get their shipment on Monday, so if you're looking for a particular brand... they tend to get sold out end of the week."
Man, you know. Sometimes it just sucks to be a socially anxious vigilante. You're always worried about taking charge when you're out of costume, and God help you if you happen to see someone you know from your 'night job' when you're in civvies. You just want to leave off deciding which cheese product to buy (cheddar, or reduced-fat 'american slices'?) and get the heck out of there.
Daniel hurries along, hunching up his shoulders a little and trying to not be noticed by Montoya -- sure, the chances of her recognising him are infinitesimal, but you never know -- and manages to, instead, collide head-on with Cal.
Someone being helpful? Well, that's a first. "Monday." Cal sighs, straightens up, and looks up at Renee. Almost instantly, he's analyzing her. Why though? Simple answer. Habit. "Well, thanks." He picks up a container of yogurt and looks it over. Strawberry would have to do.
Cal looks up, just in time to collide with Daniel. Wham. The yogurt containers he was holding flew out of his hands to the floor. Cal picks up the container, then looks at Daniel. "I didn't know the yogurt section was this popular," he said, dryly.
Renee's half-a-smile turns into a sardonic one at the collision. This would maybe where the non-helpfulness kicks back in, as she leisurely leans over and snags a fruit on the bottom container rather than aid in the yogurt collection... well, Cal has it under control, doesn't he? And if anybody would help, it's probably the doofus that ran into him.
"Oh, Tuesdays is when the old folks center busses in. Veritable stampede."
The poor doofus does, in fact, try and help pick up the scattered dairy product, at the very least picking up his own cheeses. He winces as he pushes his glasses back up over his nose cast. "O-oh -- jeez, I'm sorry... are you okay?"
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It's yogurt, man. Gotta have it.
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Daniel hurries along, hunching up his shoulders a little and trying to not be noticed by Montoya -- sure, the chances of her recognising him are infinitesimal, but you never know -- and manages to, instead, collide head-on with Cal.
Smooth, Dreiberg. Smooth.
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Cal looks up, just in time to collide with Daniel. Wham. The yogurt containers he was holding flew out of his hands to the floor. Cal picks up the container, then looks at Daniel. "I didn't know the yogurt section was this popular," he said, dryly.
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"Oh, Tuesdays is when the old folks center busses in. Veritable stampede."
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Oh G*d don't let her recognise him.
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