Jewel looked at him as if was stupid what he just asked. "Creamed? Pounded? Crushed to a bloody smear upon the ground? Mangled beyond recognition?" She said. Trying to explain it in terms that he could understand. She was running out of similarities. She was pissed at him. She was pissed because she was actually ever so slightly worried about him. Putting her hands on her hips she looked at him. "You still stick out like a sore thumb yo." She said with a scoff. "Least now you ain't advertising you is a form of popo." She said with a soft admittance. She looked at him. "Wait! What? Why?!" She demanded. "Why do you even fucking care?!" She demanded. Scowling at him. Putting a hand to her forehead. "Stay white yo. Stay white." She said with a sigh.<br/><br/>Looking at him. "I am right. These peeps hate your kind. Your kind disappears in places like this. Can't have that shit on my watch. Now you made yourself my responsibility by bringing yourself here. You too clean." She said. Thinking a bit and inspected him. "You won't fit in trying to sound like a thug. Yet don't talk all hi tech either." She said. "Okay. You want me to help you fit in. Fine. Imma fix your dress wear that you got on right now. Don't you fight me or resist. Just go with the flow yo. Let me do my thing." Taking his jacket and opened it. Pushing it off onto the ground. She then took off his FBI shirt and threw it away. Picking up his jacket and put it on. Adjusting it then zipped it up. If he had a tie it was thrown away too. She took the belt and took it off. Moved his pants so they weren't all professional like. They kinda hung a bit loose. She stepped back and threw the belt aside too. "Hmmmm....." She said thoughtfully.<br/><br/>She stood up on her tippy toes and started messing up his hair. Doing this repeatedly until he had a messy hair. Standing back and smirked. "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.