She had always liked looking at people, even when they did not look back. The bustling market was a feast for the eyes of Sha'irn, otherwise accustomed to looking at the ground and other people's noses. But with this many people, no one paid much attention to the small woman clad in black near the market stalls of the bridge.<br/><br/>It was her morning off. After all, interrogations were rarely held during the day, and that was what she was best at. She let the black, silken ribbon slide between her fingers for the nineteenth time, becoming increasingly aware of the merchant's rising impatience. Smiling politely at her feet, she handed him a few coins, receiving the ribbon in return. She tied up most of her hair in a loose ponytail with it, leaving a few long locks in the front to hang down so as to better hide her face.<br/><br/>One of the few voices familiar to her rose above the buzz. With many a sideways twist and "excuse me", she made her way across the bridge to almost immediately spot the familiar black-and-blue uniform of the Enforcers, and the even tinier woman inside it. However, the soft hum of familiarity was almost immediately deafened by a cacophony of alarm bells inside her head, as Tani was not alone. Not at all. Some sort of vaguely flickering boy - a hologram? - and a - a glowing boy? were with her. She swallowed nervously, before picking up her courage and walked the last few meters towards her colleague.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"Good morning, Tani,"</span>she said pleasantly.<span style="color: #008000">"Any trouble?"</span>