"The sun does keep trying to shine, at least," Dinah replied, resigned as always to the unpredictable weather.  She actually rather liked it, though she knew many of her fellows, celestial and corporeal, who found the very idea of rain or snow distinctly unpleasant -- though several of those celestials, at least, seemed to find nearly everything about the mortal realm unpleasant in one way or another.<br/><br/>She paused as a woman was ushered past on her way to trial, escorted by a bailiff.  Though the woman hardly looked the part -- she was a well-dressed brunette, neat and tidy, apparently just another thirty-something wife and mother -- Dinah knew otherwise, thanks to the abilities granted her by Dominic.  The woman was there to face charges of child neglect, after leaving her five-year-old daughter unattended in her car.  It was meant to be for a few minutes, while the woman met with the man who was supplying her with falsified prescriptions for the painkillers she'd slowly become addicted to; but had become over an hour.  First her connection had tried to up the price, then hit her when she protested and left her unconscious -- and without the prescriptions -- after he'd cleaned out her purse.<br/><br/>Her regret, shame, and terror at what might have happened to her child were almost palpable, and Dinah wondered if they would be enough.  Already the woman seemed very slightly frayed around the edges, trying to keep herself together as she entered the court without her usual crutch.<br/><br/>Then Hurtriel spoke again, and she turned back to him.  "That's unusual, all right," she agreed.  "I suppose I'd better get up there.  Looks like this might be a busy day."  She smiled, glanced once more at the woman as she vanished from sight, and turned towards the stairs and McGloin's office.