Al remained still as she started to mess him up. His long jacket and vest were dropped to the ground, his shirt removed and his jacket replaced and zipped up. He nervously eyed his flak jacket on the ground and worried about not wearing one in this part of town, but it was a major giveaway. Only cops wear them around here.<br/><br/>Removing his phone from it's holster on his arm he slipped it in his now drooping pants and stashed the holster with his other removed clothing wrapping it all in his shirt and stashing it in the corner of the roof. Now that his hair was not combed back properly, it hung long down in front of his eyes, covering half his face. For some reason, he was born with the dark purple hair and black wings. He normally kept it combed back or tied up, professional looking, but now he looked kind of goth as he caught his reflection in a broken skylight.<br/><br/>"Um, Thanks." he said. He felt uncomfortable, his belt gone, pants hanging loose. He felt exposed but oddly, as he got used to it, it started to feel comfortable. It was different, but he relaxed more, not concerning himself with trivial things like if his pants were straight or if his hair was right. It was like cares of sharpness vanished.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> "heh...it'll do til we can take you to Justin's." She put her hands on her hips. "Let me make it clear. While you are here...you are NOT a fed. You are not a law officer. You are a civilian. A normal dude. What you see here stays here. This is your trial run. You want to run with me outside work you better leave the law dude on the edge of the hood where the good streets start. Understand? You can't think or act or talk law upkeep. You need to think normal. Act normal. Be normal. Otherwise...you gonna get shot. Nothing I can do will keep ya ass from getting shot. Capeche?" She said seriously.</span></span><br/><br/>Al nodded and opened his mouth to agree, but paused trying to think of what to say.<br/><br/>"N-Normal." he muttered, "I can do that. Just like everyone else." he heard a bang from below and jumped, his hand going behind his back for a moment where he had his gun holster but remembered it was attached to his belt that she had taken off. He rummaged for it in his shirt in the corner and stuffed it in the back of his pants as he leaned over to see an old car drive off, still backfiring as it went. The occupants casually hanging their arms out the windows, in their fingers smoke trailed off the joints in their grasp. It took effort to keep himself from saying something, even more to keep still, but he did it, "I'm sure other people besides cops have guns around here. I'm keeping mine." He straightened up and turned back to Jewel, "Alright, where to? Lead the way. Let's, um, check out yo crib? Or is it 'Hood'?"