"Silence!" She manages to sound professional as she orders him about in her underwear.
"You're under arrest for stealing... stealing... I... can't remember?" Now she's just confused. This cove doesn't talk like a lower city rat, either. He talks more like a noble, a scholar maybe. And why doesn't she remember chasing him down?
Quite suddenly they're away from the streets, standing unnoticed in the middle of an NYPD station. The bindings on Wheatley's hands are still raw hide, but Beka is fully dressed in a modern policewoman's uniform. Confused, she reaches for her baton. Thankfully, it still exists. She keeps a hand on it, just to be safe.
"You," she decides, turning on Wheatley. "What's your name? What is this?"
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"You're under arrest for stealing... stealing... I... can't remember?" Now she's just confused. This cove doesn't talk like a lower city rat, either. He talks more like a noble, a scholar maybe. And why doesn't she remember chasing him down?
Quite suddenly they're away from the streets, standing unnoticed in the middle of an NYPD station. The bindings on Wheatley's hands are still raw hide, but Beka is fully dressed in a modern policewoman's uniform. Confused, she reaches for her baton. Thankfully, it still exists. She keeps a hand on it, just to be safe.
"You," she decides, turning on Wheatley. "What's your name? What is this?"