It's probably the stress (or the unknown officer in charge), but the badges up front don't believe Lapine. They still let her through (and Lilly, if pressed), but rather assume that it's to give somebody a fluffing or take some dictation. Most of the jokes are on that level, because while the scene isn't still dangerous there were a few unknown spirit attacks spread out over the hours and their looks gave everyone a lot of stress. See, even the two magical types on perimeter had no clue what tradition they were from. Thankfully the orders seemed to involve lots of destruction on the material, so they at least didn't have to rely the the place's crappy astral security.<br/><br/>And if that didn't worry anyone enough, there's an enforced detour. The ork or seriously jacked human officer in the biohazard gear explains because it's his job to explain that nobody's allowed any further in without protection. The smells that a half-working nose would pick up on did the real explaining for him. It also explains why the makeshift office seems to have industrial fans sticking out of it that came from the pharmaceutical industry instead of the ones that phrase normally brings the image of.<br/><br/>The officer in charge is only a bit familiar to Lapine, certainly there's no name recognition but the runner could be sure of a very nice welcome. It mostly came down to two things; a bit of simple deduction and that ass. In normal circumstances, the officer's chrome would be hidden and that 'natural' inverted triangle reshaping would say plain clothes or perhaps vice. The sheer amount of sculpting that went into making sure that her ass had incredible definition despite being small enough to stay proportionate with the rest of her body says HR or interrogation.<br/><br/>But somebody did a number on the synthskin, her real skin, and clothes - from one side she almost looks like a combat type out of a movie. "So," the officer says nose deep in a report folder, "what size do I gotta request for you to look at the scene?"