<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Lance Corporal Bella Cheyenne<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Marshall's Office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chief Hagerstrom, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Others<br/><hr/><br/>Bella lagged behind a step or two as the little collection of Canis Sapiens passed the bordello, her tail wagging even more in appreciation for the, uhm, wares displayed for prospective customers on lurid posters.  But her distraction was only momentary, and she caught up well enough...possibly without anyone noticing her brief delay as she ogled the virtual companionship.<br/><br/>At the station, she seemed not to notice the peculiarity of vulnerable-looking doors in steadfast and sturdy walls, paid as little attention to the bright and shiny processing required to key her into the system...suffering it with a veteran's studied patience.  Then, receiving her instructions, she nodded solemnly.<br/><br/>"Got it, Chief.  Where's your med-bay?"  A moment later she looked troubled.  "Oh.  You want me to do this right here.  Uhm.  Okay."<br/><br/>She gave Deputy Lang an almost apologetic little sidelong look.<br/><br/>"Could you, uhm, hold him still, please?  'Cause this is probably gonna hurt him plenty 'fore I'm done and I don't want to have to hurt him worse to fix him up.  Makin' business for myself is no fun."<br/><br/>