With the ID card in hand, Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked it over. An already-suspicious encounter only became more so as he saw the card's design. "Can't say I've ever heard of a 'New Ornath,'" Jack responded, turning the card over so the design faced Lance. His mechanical limb's hand came to a rest on his hip, and while the stance looked a bit silly when held by a man of his size and stature, the expression he held was dead serious. A closer look at his eyes, currently locked dead on Lance's, revealed they were also mechanical. His pupils dilated slightly, and the iris of his left eye appeared to twist to the right. From Jack's point of view, a variety of information was now augmenting his actual vision. Mugshots, names, and other things from the police station's database. Lance didn't match a single one. Why someone with no record was going about imitating a police officer, he couldn't say.<br/><br/>"Never heard of an old Ornath either," Anne added. "Look, if you two are late to some, I don't know, costume party or convention or something. Drop the police act and just be straight with us. Police impersonation is a serious offense. If you need a ride, we'll take you." With her head, she motioned towards the car. The apparently fake city name on the card made her less suspicious, at least to a degree. Surely nobody thought an actual police officer would be dumb enough to fall for an entirely fictional place's name. In the back of her mind, she was trying to think of where  the name may have come from. Old sci-fi shows and books she'd read were the first things that came to thought, but none of them had a name quite like the one on the card.<br/><br/>Both of the officers were quite obviously confused, but getting off the road was agreeable enough. Jack motioned for Lance to bring the crate around to the back of the vehicle, and once he was behind it himself, he popped the trunk by waving his robotic hand over the lock. One of the many conveniences of stuffing a collection of gadgets into one's own limb.