Seeing that the humie...er, the vict...that is, the 'unscheduled deceleration survivor' is in good hands, Trouble likewise heads back to the laundry, following Morene closely (and presumably enjoying the view, now that the emergency is mostly over).  Close enough, n fact, to overhear part of the woman's commentary.<br/><br/>"Juris-which?  Aww, man...don't tell me you're a<em>cop</em>..."<br/><br/>She suddenly looks and sounds quite crestfallen.  A pouting half-orc is probably an amusing sight...from a safe distance.