Ever since Sinead had started driving herself to her night shifts, getting stopped by police had been an increasing problem. It made Sinead grow irate, knowing exactly why that was.<br/>Once she saw that Tanis had done as asked, Sinead instead turned to follow the police officer as he exited the car; first through the rear-view mirror and then the driver's side mirror. Subsequently, she didn't flinch when the officer knocked on her window.<br/>At his encouragement, Sinead's hands left the wheel to instead roll down her window.<br/>"Are you the owner of this vehicle?" the officer initiated, tension already audible in his voice.<br/>It was hard not to notice his hand at his holster, sitting at eye level to his chest. He was illuminated harshly by the beams of his car, and Sinead knew from experience this wasn't how the interaction was supposed to go, immediately noticing the weariness of his approach.<br/>"Yes," she answered matter-of-factly, but not impolite.<br/>"I'm going to see license and registration' that confirms that."<br/>The man leaned forward to peer into the car, clearly with the intent of confirming the number of passengers.<br/>"May I?" Sinead asked with a smile, even through the annoyance of being viewed<span style="font-style: italic">at</span>made the smile deeply disingenuous. The officer did shift his grip around his pistol, now gripping at the handle while not yet drawing it out of its holster, but when he didn't reply, Sinead leaned over towards Tanis.<br/>Reaching in under Tanis' arm, Sinead opened the glove box to retrieve a neatly stored folder. For a brief moment, Sinead's eyes were on Tanis. With a little upwards tug of her eyebrows, Sinead grinned in disbelief.<br/>"Here you go, officer," she cooed as she straightened her posture, offering him the folder.