<strong>Paradiso Police Station</strong><br/><br/>Jason Zorcaster couldn't help but smile, his arm momentarily flinching as if to offer it to her as he guided her through the hallways, but apparently thought better of it for now.  Still, he kept on glancing back to her, glad to see her but remaining the professional gentleman for the time being.  "Yes, I get done with work in about an hour," he told her.  "Still looking into that investigation.  You know, there are some things that are just a little strange..."<br/><br/>The inside of the room had three cells, although only the closer two were closed and locked.  The closest cell had two girls, both barely dressed in torn clothing and curled up asleep like kittens.  In the middle cell, Brandon was sitting peacefully, although he looked up with excitement and stood to the cell door when he saw her.  "Lorraine!"  He put a hand against the bars, a silent but furtive plea for whatever assistance she could give.  The last cell had a person of indeterminate gender hidden under filthy clothes, face hidden under grimy hands.<br/>