He hesitates. He hadn't thought of that part. They had to put her<em>somewhere</em>. Somewhere out of sight and where she isn't likely to run into anyone else. A bush has it's merits... but he shakes his head. "The alley next to the station? No one goes back there. We do the paperwork as fast as we can and pick her up, then head for my place?" He tries to remember the last time he went shopping...<br/><br/>"Anyway," He continues. "It should only be a few minutes, quiet night as long as we don't say anything about her. I'm thinking we administered a sobriety test, found her competent and sent her home. What do you think?"