The single Constable was indeed keeping to herself, and allowed only a quarter-eyebrow raise when the sopping wet Kiriko stepped through the door. The sight a Kusarian in a Bretonian store was odd, to say the least, but she could always check the database later. Besides; Christy seemed to know her, and that would have to do for now.
Elizabeth's tea had long since gone cold, forgotten in the sea of paperwork the woman was wading though. The combination of medical studies, police bureaucracy and the request from universal generated enough to topple a small rainforest. If Bretonia had any left which, judging from her brothers emails, it didn't.
The remnants of the Junior Constable's tea were halfway to her lips when Kiriko staggered back into the tea room, baring more resemblance to something from a Christmas card then a Police Officer. Unfortunately; Stirling's mind finished processing the fact just as the cool tea entered her mouth, resulting in its rather unfair return to the table when she laughed. All over her paperwork. Brilliant. She made a half-hearted attempt at mopping up the more important documents, but evidently she'd have to fill the majority out again.
It was probably for the best. Tea caused Alzheimer's anyway.
Elizabeth took a moment to stack some of the marginally salvageable documents and made an admirable attempt to slide to another table without anyone noticing. When the Officer raised her eyes from her new seat however, she found herself looking directly at the now-dry Inspector.
So much for stealth.
Elizabeth forced a smile, though conversation was the last thing she felt like.
'Elizabeth Stirling.' she managed curtly, extending a hand over the small table. If anyone asked, she could have done it intentionally.
