The girl took another look at the man, before taking her beer. "Thank you", she murmured, feeling more and more out of place in that bar. "Not afraid of cops. I don't have a reason to be".<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah, right</span>, she thought, with a smirk, before wiping the can with a wipe pulled from her purse and finally opening it.<br/><br/>As she took the first sip, the young woman checked the man out again. Her apparently disinterested look paid close attention to the details of his appearance and the messy state of his clothes. It bothered her much more than she could put in words. She watched as he tried to make himself presentable, but pretended not to have noticed and look away before the cop walked to her end of the bar.<br/><br/>When he finally spoke, she turned her gaze to him. A somewhat shy smile showed on her face. "Hello, Jacks. I'm Maggie", she introduced herself as any polite, well brought up girl would, which sounded really odd even for herself in that place. "Are you sure you don't say that to all the girls? Plus, this place is so poorly lit, I can be ugly as hell. Not to mention your... altered perception."