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[raisedbybirds]

[Samus had missed the initial flurry with the murder of Amar Singh, as she was over at Adam's apartment tending to his wounds. It wasn't anything she regretted, but rest assured, as she came into the precinct the next day her efforts were focused on helping to gather evidence. By necessity of her trade, Samus was well adept at reading corpses and crime scenes. Perhaps she would have been the one to note the nature of the entry wound, and the second bullet that missed him and lodged in the adjacent wall. Aside from the mismatching ballistics profile, all other evidence wasn't looking very promising for the suspect.

Pinkman would take the stand tomorrow. Samus, for the most, seemed content to not give any statements and only procure the evidence to be used in the trial; let the lawyers do the layering. The results should speak for themselves one way or another. She would quietly observe the (ridiculously theatrical flying holographic screens and all) court proceedings as she had been, and then go back to working on a personal case of her own: how Adam truly sustained his wounds.

Zagreus has also been distantly on her mind. Ah, yes... she should probably check in with the Doctor and Blue...]

For the record, next time there's a party don't invite a horde of dragons and firework robots, or whatever those were. I've been picking wings and scales out of my suit all week.

[Private text to one (1) Doctor]

I haven't seen much of you since the masquerade. Have things with you-know-who stabilized?

...Thanks for the Christmas vodka, by the way.

[Private text to one (1) Blue]

Just following up from the masquerade. Are you feeling [how do expressing concern...] better...?

[Private text to one (1) Prestor]

I'd like a minute of your time.

[OPEN ACTION]
[As implied Samus has been a busy lady again these past few days; going to-and-fro from the police department, around the Hold and in the city as her job/business takes her. Perhaps she's working hard down at the precinct talking about space jazz with Calhoun and Shepard around the water cooler yelling at Adam for stealing her snacks god stop it, or she's investigating for the trial, in the market/shops shopping for spare mechanical parts/tools, hunting wild burger beasts to feed Maya, or just out and about.

If she's in the police department or her apartment, she's probably not in the Power Suit. If she isn't, she'll have her big conspicuous suit of orange alien space armor on.

Either way, Samus is very susceptible for random (even literal) run-ins as of late.]

Comments

[acemedium]

I could have dodged with my fancy skills! [No, Maya, you really couldn't have]

You've got great reflexes, though!

[raisedbybirds]

Is that so?

[Ha ha Maya you're so cute. Think fast--! Samus is going to try hook her boot under her ankle and trip her--in the event Samus is successful, her hand will be waiting at Maya's back to catch her fall.

If she's not, then she'll be impressed with her fancy skills.]

[acemedium]

[Well, it's a good thing Samus's hand is there - because Maya's definitely falling. Her balance is bad on the best of days, being tripped by a really tall lady with big boots pretty much seals the deal.]

Ah---!

[raisedbybirds]

[Maya gets held in place, like a prince holding a princess in a bow mid-dance. She needn't see beyond the helmet visor that Samus's expression was everything smug.]

I think I'd like to beg to differ.

[acemedium]

[Indeed, Samus is radiating smugness, and all the little spirit medium can really do is puff her cheeks in indignation. And possibly pout]

T-That was a lucky shot!

[raisedbybirds]

You were lucky.

[She'll right Maya up again, with the same ease and fluidity as she caught her.]

--lucky I was here.

[acemedium]

[Samus, you got smooth moves :T Doesn't stop Maya from being HIGHLY OFFENDED though]

It was a fluke! There's no way you'd get the slip on me again!

[raisedbybirds]

[She points a finger at her; it'd be condescending if her tone didn't carry underlying amusement. She means well, Maya!]

I'm a big fan of challenges, I'll have you know.

But I'll keep my guard up.

[acemedium]

[Well, it's not like Maya's actually angry about this. Give her about two minutes and she'll go back to fangirling all over Samus]

Good, because this isn't one you're gonna win!

What are you up to, anyway?

[raisedbybirds]

On patrol.

[aka shopping.]

[acemedium]

[Gasp!!!] Patrol!? What are you patrolling for?!

[raisedbybirds]

Trouble.

Maybe I'll get lucky.

[Lucky she finds trouble, or lucky that she doesn't? Hard to say with Samus.]

[acemedium]

You really live on the wild side, huh....

..But! You're going to need a patrolling partner, aren't you? In case trouble tries to sneak up on you!

[raisedbybirds]

[Maya...]

Is that an offer?

[acemedium]

Naturally! With me along, nothing will be able to take us down! [She's the brawn here. Clearly.]

[raisedbybirds]

[Clearly! Samus is very much one of those I work alone types, but she also had a weakness for kids--Maya wasn't really a kid, much more of a young lady, but younger-than-Samus-by-a-clear-margin and with a youthful energy that Samus could easily associate with "child-like". It was endearing to the bounty hunter.]

You'll need more training. Tripping up on the job is not an option.

[acemedium]

[Well, Maya's the teenage variety of kid. It's close enough! And she's definitely happy enough to be indulged by her roommate]

Yes, sir ma'am! I'll complete all training as necessary!