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[wingless_clan]

Elisa entered the Bar in full dress uniform. Ramrod straight and grim looking, she glanced around the bar before removing her hat. The door had obviously caught her on a bad dayThat didn't seem to matter though, as she stalked toward the bar and pulled a small plastic bag full of charred plastic bits and ash. She'd been carrying the thing around

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[gotham_knocking]

It's hard to miss a cop to begin with, let alone one in full dress. (Odd how the full dress uniform of the NYPD is very similar to that of the GCPD.) Knox then sees who's wearing the uniform. There are very few reasons a detective wears the blue, most of them not good. Some downright tragic.

So he just waves to her from his chair by the fireplace, and lets her decide if she can stand a member of the press today.

[wingless_clan]

'Downright tragic' was a really good word for the day, week, situation...

She noted the wave with a cool nod, and when she'd gotten a few aspirin from Bar and a glass of water she wandered over. Why? Well, she wasn't being incredibly social, admittedly, but sitting down was a good idea...and it got her away from the temptation of alcohol "Hello, Alex."

[gotham_knocking]

"Detective." He gives her a very tentative smile. "How are you doing?" Somewhere along the line, he learned sensitivity in regard to members of law enforcement (or at least the honest ones). Maybe dating a Fed back in the 80s helped.

[wingless_clan]

She eyed the aspirin in her hand, finding some kind of solace in the smooth, white pills before she tossed them back. "Been a bad few weeks" she admitted. She'd not be taking it out on anyone, least of all him.

"Few weeks back there was a shipment of prototype lasers that went missing. They were taken care of, but the thieves sold off a portion on the street. We don't have the technology to combat it" or the body armor...

[selfmademadman]

Oh dear. This is probably not the best time to mention the gentleman sitting at the end of the bar, then, is it? The one in the elegantly tailored suit and the well-groomed goatee reading something from a data pad that is clearly well beyond his time period?

He hasn't noticed her, at least, so he can safely be ignored. Or at least, as safely as Xanatos can ever be ignored.

[wingless_clan]

....perfect. Really. Seeing him not in jail, and in one of her safe havens just made her day.

Luckily? She was a good cop. She didn't scream, yell, shoot him...no, she just turned on her heel and headed further down Bar's length.

[selfmademadman]

He seems to realize that he's being watched, and looks up from the data reader, glancing around the room.

Ah, yes. It would be Detective Masa, wouldn't it? No one else has that particular piercing glare.

She's preoccupied with something on her mind, though, so he merely offers her a polite nod and a tight smile.

[wingless_clan]

Paranoia was often triggered by a guilty conscience. At least Xanatos had made a virtue of the fact?

Her fingers tightened on the hat tucked against her arm, and that lovely glare kicked up no few notches at his nod. Sometimes he really got on her nerves.

Well...all the time, admittedly.

She nodded, once, tightly, but she wasn't going to go out of her way to inform him about the situation he'd created.

[stone_warrior]

Goliath has been around very little though he has not yet been able to go home. A great deal of his time has been spent outside or in the vast library.

Now as he comes into the bar proper he is glad to see Elisa though he can only offer her a tired smile. He has been here too long and wants to return and seeing that she is upset does not help.

"Elisa, what is wrong?" He asks as he approaches her.

[wingless_clan]

Seeing Goliath cracked her cop mask somewhat. Not enough that she lost it entirely, but enough that her friend would realize just how tired and hurt she was. "Goliath" she greeted simply, walking over to him before just reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He was comforting, simple as that. "Funerals today...then back to tracking down the lasers."

[stone_warrior]

Goliath frowns and tries to match memories with what she has said. "Dracon." He remembers the lasers stolen from Xanatos and his eyes glow with anger. "Those lasers that we did not recover, they have killed some of your clan?"

[wingless_clan]

"Yeah. That's...a really good way to put it" she admitted. "The weapons are just too powerful to have out on the street" she admitted sadly. She hated admitting that she, that the NYPD, wasn't enough.

"It's bad" she couldn't really get past that point with the threat of tears.

[mago_sonriente]

He was in for breakfast, and to check in on his own note, when the map and the charred bits of plastic show up on the bar. He blinks before remembering the truly interesting Detective Maza and looks around to see if he can find her.

[wingless_clan]

She was honestly hard to miss this morning. No relaxed air or casual dress, no, far from. She was at a table with a glass of water, dress uniform on and a cop face that might as well have been armor. She was every inch the modern warrior.

Bad days? Oh yeah.

[mago_sonriente]

He notices. And, quite familiar with dealing with grumpy people *coughDRESDENcough*, he gets himself some coffee and gathers up the rest of it before walking over.

"For me? You shouldn't have."

He's kidding, though, as he puts the map down on the table.

"I was wondering if you would leave it for me. How've you been?"

[wingless_clan]

She wouldn't term herself grumpy, but then, it was public opinion that mattered right?

She glanced up at his approach, weighing him a moment before offering him the ghost of a pained smile "Hey, no need to wonder, you're the best hope I have right now" and every word of it was honest truth. "I've had better days. You?"