A grin slowly forced into onto Alice's lips. Here she was, centerpiece in a criminal bar facing at least two Ethonian criminals, a wildcard and a high ranking Black Dragon. Cops on any other station would probably be crapping their trousers and ringing in backup, but here Alice was, with Central so occupied they couldn't even bother to allow her to turn on her combat functions. It was eerily similar in setup to some of the hazing local security put their rookies through, if people couldn't handle pressure or getting their hands dirty this wasn't the station for them.<br/><br/>The three before her had personalities bigger than life, criminal records and bounties big enough to get them hung long ago. Well, at least the Ethonian and her pet did as well as the tentacle-haired alien if she really was who she appeared to be. You wouldn't ever catch Greer ever associated to anything less than legal, she was someone that always ensured the blood and dirt was on someone else's hand. All Alice had right now was her badge.<br/><br/>It wasn't like Alice had never been ignored or insulted to her face before, but usually she could introduce the idiot foolish enough to mess with the law enforcement to a wall or the ground. She wasn't here to help people or enforce the law, she was here to ensure the federation was kept clueless.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Sparky? Really? By bringing your problem onto my station it's become my problem. You should've stayed dead if you really thought you could waltz in here and start up a ruckus while I'm around and on duty."</span><br/><br/><br/>Of course, the situation had to further escalate in chaos as Cain's pet collapsed. Alice groaned annoyed, even as she moved to quickly lift Lili up from the cold and filthy floor to check her vitals. Quickened pulse and breathing, no visible injuries. Blood from the nose suggested a cranial hemorrhage. Maybe the girl had hit her head before she entered the bar. The AI shot a cranky glare at Toshimi, at least Greer had the sense of stepping away.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "Shut the fuck up. <i>Miss</i> Inviere... I'm taking your pet here to medicinal and I'm not leaving you to raise a stink that might call in federation attention so you and the tentacle bitch are going to have to catch up another time."<br/>
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"Definitely at least the 7th worst day on duty..."</span>The AI muttered to herself, and prepared to take Lili to the station's medical facility. It'd look bad if someone bled out like this while she had been on duty. How far Alice actually got depended on how much Cain aided or interfered with the AI's attempt to get Lili and Cain out of the bar. Sooner rather than later though, and regardless of Cain's efforts the paramedics suddenly arrived to aid Lili.<br/><br/>The AI's antennae pointed straight back as she blurted out<span style="color: #4dffff">"Who the fuck called you lot." </span>instantly. The terrorist strike was still messing with her ability to get in touch with her superiors, yet somehow the guys made it down here this fast.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Who the hell are you guys?"</span>The AI followed her question up. Her recognition software had no criminal records on them nor were they listed as station personnel. Who where these guys? A private hospital's crew? If only the station's communications grid wasn't as overloaded right now she could look up who they worked for.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>