Cooperation at least meant that Kristen got to see the inside of District 13 a lot sooner than she'd initially guessed, and with fewer bruises--although the clockwork constables are a bit creepy, they do nothing but escort her in the right direction.  And frankly?  The statement they want is pretty cut and dried: they ask only about the Bull-beater, remind her sternly that random violence is not okay but under the circumstances they'll only issue her an informal verbal warning.  Then they turn her loose again with her being none the worse for wear unless she counts the lousy coffee as an incident of police brutality.<br/><br/>As she leaves, the clock strikes one...<br/><br/>She found her path out of the station house blocked by a senior officer with a mouth full of whirring clock gears where his teeth ought to be, nodding at Kristen as one of the clockworks whispered in his ear.  His swagger stick was a large iron clock-hand, the tip stained a suspicious rusty brown.<br/><br/>"I see," Officer Tock said politely.  "This is the Awake who is the heroine of the hour?  Excellent."  He held out a hand to Kristen.  "It is not normally done to congratulate those who indulge so openly in violence, but in this case you seem to have spared a high number of citizens a worse fate.  A pleasure to meet one willing to be so selfless."