If they ask me to. Figured it'd get us more protection, y'know? People looking after their own. The memory thing'll be good for checking witness claims, and that, if they want me doing that. Very least it's a pay cheque.

( Sarissa chews the inside of her cheek, turning to look at Sarah. She's abandoned the ridiculous tank tops with slogans and cartoons in favour of a plain grey one, for now. Her tanlines are less striking, in winter, but still linger stubbornly, and her hair is pulled back into a messy looking bun. )

Thinking about becoming a cop again, actually. Dunno if I'll be eligible or whatever, but... ( But there it is. )