"I've got nothing to say to you. Why are you wasting your time?" She crosses her arms.

"You should."

"Are you the eighth Hardie boy -- A Hardie girl?"

"I am not," she says dryly.

"You could be, Liz. You could be anything. You could even be a model."

"Even a mod..." Her face stiffens. "Glen, I went to law school. I am an attorney."

He's right, with a face like that she could be on the cover of La Débutante International.

"Okay, let's change the topic."

"Please do."

It's not her. She's not a Hardie girl. Definitely.

"Get a grip Glen. She went to law school."

"So fucking what? Lots of models are actually really smart people, fuckwad!"

"No, Glen -- they aren't." Her tone is cold and uninvolved.

This didn't change her opinion of you.

"He's right, you know? You're very pretty."

The cold look in her eyes speaks louder than words: she is not amused.

"What's your role in all this?"

"Like I already told you, I'm a legal counsellor." She crosses her arms. "Do you have hearing problems?"

"Obviously I'm a lawyer. A legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union." She crosses her arms. "I would urge you to consider what you say to my clients."

"Let me handle this," the woman says to the crowd in the mess hall before turning to you...

"Officer Discotheque." She smiles coldly. "Still wondering if we listen to disco? We don't, by the way. We don't listen to disco anymore."

Her entire character has shifted. This young woman is cold as ice.

"I was just making an observation. I was reacting to stimuli."

"Sure, reacting to stimuli... I'm not a gardener, by the way, I'm a legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union." She crosses her arms.

"So let's get to it -- you're looking for Titus Hardie. You think he has information that will help you. Maybe he does." She points to the man on her right.

"That's Titus. Talk to him. But know this: I'll be keeping an eye on you. No strong-arming, nothing official. The district of Martinaise does not recognize your authority to make arrests."

"It doesn't matter if you recognize our authority. We will make an arrest if we have to."

She says nothing; her glare speaks for her.

Could this be the Miss Beaufort that Easy Leo mentioned? The one Mr. Evrart sent to law school?

How is that sign cleanup going, huh? Fuck the police and all that? She said she would clean it.

Uhm... you're sure Easy Leo mentioned something about a lawyer Elizabeth someone... but you're too dumb to remember what it was.

"I just wanted to know more about the place before I check it out. That's normal."

"Yes, extremely normal... I'm not a gardener, by the way, I'm a legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union." She crosses her arms.

"You're the gardener!"

"No, I'm not a gardener, I'm a legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union." She crosses her arms.

"That's right, this is an epidermochromatic police officer. Deal with it."

"Of course, and I'm just an epidermochromatic counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union," she says without blinking an eye.

"I mean no trouble, just here to do my job, that's all."

"Of course, you were just doing your job... I'm not a gardener, by the way, I'm a legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union." She crosses her arms.

"I just wanted to know what kind of music you listen to. I was just curious!"

"Sure, you were curious... I'm not a gardener, by the way, I'm a legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union." She crosses her arms.

"You lied to me! You're not a gardener!"

"That's right, I'm not a gardener, I'm a legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union." She crosses her arms.

"Detective Skin-Colour." She smiles coldly. "I'm still black as you can see. Do you have any more keen-eyed observations?"

Her entire character has shifted. This young woman is cold as ice.

She's right, you're basically an epidermochromatic police officer.

"Detective Disorientated." She smiles coldly. "Are you still wondering where you are? This is Martinaise, in case you've forgotten. I advise you not to overstay your welcome."

"You seem a little different today. Less hospitable."

"You're far from home, lieutenants... This isn't a district known for its love of self-proclaimed militiamen."

"Wait, and you are...?"

"I'm a legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union. I've been watching you." It feels like she's waiting for a reaction of some sort.

"I mean no trouble, I'm here to do my job, that's all."

Not a muscle moves in her face, but her eyes trace yours, stern and perceptive.

"You are looking for Titus Hardie, who you think has information on a murder the RCM is investigating. You want to interview him." She points to the man standing in the middle of the room.

"You're right, lieutenant, she did seem friendlier sitting on that corner."

"Enough. Let's talk seriously."

"You're not a gardener!"

"That's right, I'm not a gardener, I'm a legal counsellor for the Dockworkers' Union." It feels like she's waiting for a reaction of some sort.

"You're far from home, officer... This isn't a district known for its love of self-proclaimed militiamen."

"You're far from home, lieutenants... This isn't a district known for its love of self-proclaimed militiamen."

"You're far from home, officer... This isn't a district known for its love of self-proclaimed militiamen."