@ TaciturnTiger (Jori): "Don't worry about it." The agent hefts the box up and examines it.  "This is strange... this is strange all right.  "Mrs. Trashantra, I've got to write a report but to be honest, we don't get a lot of occurances like this, people know better and I don't know where to start." He has a bit of the air of a tenderfoot.  "I'm just wondering... would you mind driving over to my office with me after we're done here, perhaps we could exchange reports for our mutual benefit?  There was no crime here, clearly, but when people cause damage due to a paradigm mixup... you know, the departments go ape shit.  We'd love your input, you know, we try to get every possible take on these incidents we can." He struts around a bit, clueless almost, he does look like he's maybe in his young to mid twenties, a paper pusher more than a U.S. Marshal.  After a few minutes, he motions to your car next to his.  "Care to tag along?" He smiles nervously.<br/><br/>@Ome (Stella):  As you enter, a short man behind the desk cocks an eyebrow before breaking into a wide grin, motioning you to the lobby.  There in a black jogging suit sits calmly, a cute guy, mussy green hair and amber eyes, known for his ability to shift into a rather fast and wry geckomorph, eyes set on the morning paper with interest.  He glances up before you can even approach, and then looks back down, then up, as though undergoing an inner struggle.  "Ah!  Sorry, Ms. Limia, how rude of me." He throws it aside, smiling.  "You are my opponent to be, yeah?" He approaches, nothing like the vicious armbreaking carnivorous opponent you've seen countless times on television.  Rather, he smiles across at you, about your height, very warm and relaxed.  "Big story this morning, another brawl club broken up, I'm enamored with these will-users bringing their skills to the ring.  Not that we can nessicarily do that here, but enough!  It's a special time, it is.  A new age.  I'm Reese, they call me the Firin' Oziran on stage." His lips part into a wide grin as he offers a hand to shake.<br/><br/>@KavenBach (Santi):  Shari's eyes glint in your direction briefly, and she turns away.  "Tim, could you take care of the bill?" She asks suddenly.  "I'm gonna hit the ladies room." Her eyes dart across the street.  "It's a nice morning." She adds.  "Wanna hit the bookstore across the street and go home right after?  Just... relax for today?" She murmurs, before turning a hip and setting off for the ladies restroom.  As she turns to open the door, she darts her eyes in your direction once more, and then away quickly, her face just slightly flushed.  Tim looks not in the least confused, but shells out a few dollars to the waitress passing out coffees of all sorts, hot and cold, sweet and bitter and everything in between.  He sits there briefly and stops, catching your gaze once and smiling, his expression quite innocent in contrast to his girlfriends... he's clueless... maybe it's just men.  And body language, they don't quite get.  Maybe.<br/><br/>@ Chiro (Onyx):  The professor hops off the table as an avatar pools your contacts and sorts them quickly off to those you're looking for... a handful of friends and colleagues in the circle, mostly, familiar faces, trustworthy, adventurers, diggers, investigators... several are unavailable, but three at the moment appear on different ends of the screen, all looking down at you from their respective consoles as well.  "Onyx... hey, professor... guys."