The officer frowned, the tendrils creeping up his neck. "Listen, Emily," he began. "We like to live simple lives. When something interferes with our simple lives-"
"Such as a selfish shifter," the homeless woman interrupted.
"-we look to fix the block in the gears. Right now, you're eaaasing into our gears, and things are starting to come to a stop. Wells is dead. Conner is dead. Jackson, the suicide guy, is dead. We're having less, and less to work with, and you're fucking up our system with your recklessness-!"
"Oh my god I stole your shit," the homeless woman exclaimed, before holding up the officer's wallet, and badge. "We can spend this money on a new car-!"
"The truck works just fine," the officer groaned.
"Nuh uh! What will people think if they saw two strangers driving Wells' car??"