Azriel’s lips formed a thin line as he exhaled slowly. He was use to being harped on about his drinking habits, but there was something about an officer doing so that was just plain irritating. It was always bad news whenever cops started snooping around in his business. They were so nosey, especially now that they had these drones squealing over everything from someone not parking perfectly along the street to someone snoring. Minor things, for the most part.<br/><br/>“I simply wanted some fresh air,” he said softly, ignoring her remark about his behavior and what she needed to look out for. It didn’t come as a surprise that he’s made a name for himself here. A lot of people knew him, what he did, and it wasn’t a surprise that the police had caught wind of him. It was their job to know everyone here. Of course, his name wouldn’t be known if it weren’t for a few people who were incapable of keeping their mouth shut.<br/><br/>In fact, Azriel was beginning to feel more amused than anything. She must have heard some rumor about him, and, well, rumors get twisted and once an officer hears something it’s stuck in their mind. But he was not going to press his luck with such a comment, and didn’t have any interest in elaborating or clearing it up either. It wasn’t a huge issue anyway.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Azriel halted stride and turned to face the officer, “Surely you have better things to do than babysit me?” He inquired, looking her right in the eye. A bold move, but sometimes he just couldn’t help himself. “Are you… aware that this is Section Nine? There are other things to worry about than someone who wants to walk off the effects of a terrible hangover…” It wouldn’t be that easy to get her off his back but, since he had enough sense in him not to run, if she wanted a conversation, well, now she has one.