::DI Emery enters the office, semi-busy with people on phones, talking to others, typing on computers, writing... the usual crap. She spots an empty desk and glances at some of the folders on top.::

(This is the one.)

::She turns and looks at the other people. Some of them have acknowledged her. The guy at the desk maybe emailed them because nobody seems surprised to have a stranger making herself at home in the middle of their office. She shrugs and sits down, putting her bag on the floor at her feet. She shakes the mouse of her PC and opens it on the username and password screen. She enters her details and receives a welcome. She has a lot of emails.::

(Uck. I just LEFT!)

::She ignores them. She begins to leaf through the case files.::

::Two police officers walk in with staff from the tea house. There are two women and one man. They look tired, shaken and scared.::

"Wait here."

::They wander off.::

::As soon as they're alone, the three innocents start to quibble amongst themselves.::

"What do you mean you didn't see it? The whole place, it, it changed!"

"Emery."

::One of the police officers walks over with a man to the new detective's desk.::

"This guy was at the coffee shop. Says he caught something on his camera. Thought you might like to take a look."

::Detective Inspector Emery frowns and looks at the man carrying the evidence. She holds her hand out.::

"May I?"

::Firmly, she takes the camcorder from him and watches the film of what happened in the coffee shop. She sees Aidan stand up and shout - that's the start of the film, possibly what inspired the tourist to begin filming - and then Quinn stands up and- Emery stares. Quinn's arms appear to be, well, guns. She pauses and zooms in. Okay, that's messed up. She returns the screen to normal and watches the rest of the video.::

"I thought it'd be fun, you know? Looked like the gang member kid was gonna start something. Then - I swear - the big guy's arms just... just turned-"

::Emery suppresses the grin building up in her and gets up.::

"All right. I'm gonna need the mall security tapes that has these three showing up at any point. Sir, I'll need to keep this as evidence, but I assure you that you will get your camera returned or a replacement one all together. I'll also need you to give me a statement about what happened."

(This could be it. This could be it.)

::She turns to the officer.::

"Is my damned office ready yet?"

"They're just putting your name on it now."

::He points to a door over there.::

::Emergy follows his direction and smiles. She gets up.::

"I want scheduled interviews with all these people. Those from that tea house as well. All evidence from both locations. And a cup of coffee."

::She pauses and then winks at the officer and the man.::

"You gentlemen want one? My treat."

::After arranging that, she picks up her piles off stuff and carries it all laboriously into her office.::

::Emery walks out with Quinn and begins to sign him out.::

"Emery, what're you doing?"

::A bulky man wearing high-ranking badges walks over to the detective, staring aggressively at Quinn.::

::Emery grimaces and looks at the officer. The look on her face says it's a long story, and she sighs, continuing to fill out the forms.::

"We've got nothing to keep him on for now. And guess who his lawyer is."

::She shakes her head, obviously just bamboozled by the system that's about to let a clearly dangerous criminal on the loose. Hang on. Is she doing the right thing here? What's better? The quest for justice or the quest for knowledge and the truth about the magical world? Best not to think about that now... She affects a lightly mocking voice, mimicking the words of this 'lawyer'.::

"Unjustified custody, lack of physical evidence, circumstantial... you know the drill. He's gone, until we can find something real. Because apparently video footage isn't enough to prove somebody committed a crime."

"Fuckin' scum, the lot of them. What's wrong with the world when the people that are supposed to protect the damned people can't do their jobs because of the perversion of the damned law that guides them?"

::The sergeant shakes his head and glares at Quinn.::

"Don't think we won't be seeing you soon, pal. There were little kids in that coffee shop. Freakin' kids."

::He turns and walks away angrily.::

::Emery finishes the form and signs it, passing it to Quinn for a signature. He wonders if the sergeant's words have an effect on him at all.::

(Does he feel?)

::She knows he must, though, in his 'human' personality. But they're synthesised emotions; artificial like the intelligence in his science-created brain.::

(Does he bleed? Or is his humanity only skin deep?)

::She wants to reach out and touch him, to feel the skin, to see if it's like hers or made of something rougher, coarser, inhuman.::

::Quinn had bee quite intimidated by the aggressive sergeant yelling his head off. Having nothing to say in his defense, the photographer had bowed his head and just stared at the floor.

Now, when Emery passes him the forms to sign, a shaking Quinn inks out a signature. His heart is pounding a mile a minute - or at least his programming is creating the illusion of being terrified.::

"Detective? M-may I have my camera back?"

::Quinn cowers, eyes scanning the room in case the abusive officer makes a return. He throws a pleading glance at Emery - hoping that she would return his only means to earn a living. After all, the Bay Mirror still needs their front page picture.::

::Emery walks around to the other side of the desk and picks up a box. Inside are whatever they confiscated from Quinn when they brought him in. She opens it and pushes it towards him.::

"Here."

::Quinn gratefully grabs the camera, securing his livelihood around his neck. He's already got the wallet back so all that's left are the keys to his apartment and his cellphone - which he now reprises. Every fiber of Quinn's synthetic being is telling him to leave the police station at once, before Emery has a chance to change her mind. But something inside Quinn makes him stop. He takes a nearby post-it pad and writes his cellular phone number.::

(Maybe refusing contact would give them enough grounds to arrest me again. It's probably best to cooperate with her.)

::The pad is pushed towards Emery.::

"There. May I go, detective?"

(Say yes, say yes! I just want to get out of here!)

::Taking the number, Emery pockets it and escorts Quinn outside.::

"All right."

::Emery speaks to nobody in particular as she walks back into the office. She sighs and walks over to a few witnesses from the coffee shop incident, then takes them away to interview.::

"Callum, O'Rourke, shootings on Avenue Street - the warehouse. Come on."

::The woman who had shouted on the two men leads them outside.::