07-25-2013, 08:21 PM
Drayson glanced up from his food only long enough to identify that the woman who was speaking was indeed the mother of the errant runt he had picked up. She was a good kid, level headed, and he had to assume most of that came from the parents. They had a meeting point figured out in advance, it was only a matter of time before the mother made her way to it.
So he glanced up, listening to the two speak, and returned his gaze to his mouth to shovel another plastic spork full of omelette into his gaping maw, only to nearly spill it over himself when he glanced up a second time to come to grips with what his brain registered the first time. Zoe's mother was quite the looker.
He covered it smoothly enough and returned to eating as Zoe went into her detailed description of how he had caught the pickpocket. It certainly seemed more action-packed in the re-telling, but then again...from her point of view, it had probably seemed like more of a fight and less of an arrest.
He inserted the occasional affirmative sounds at appropriate points in the child's story, but eventually it was his turn to actually speak. Luckily, his paper plate was already empty. "Chief Inspector Drayson McCullough. Custody Domestic Protection Service."
He produced his badge and ID for her to peruse as she saw fit. "We take the safety of our citizens very personally."
He offered her a bit of a smile to help dissuade any suspicion or worry; they weren't watching her family. It really had been just a coincidence.
He stood up, producing a handkerchief with which to brush away any errant food from his mouth and wipe his hands clean, and gave little Zoe a soft tap to the head with one knuckle, "She's a brave lass you have here."
Tucking away the kerchief, Drayson turned and knelt down in front of Zoe to fix her with a very serious look. The way he knelt, his jacket was open just enough that the little girl could catch a glimpse of his holstered pistol, tucked away under his jacket, "Moscow's a lovely city, child. But a dangerous one. Stick close to your mother, and if you ever have any trouble, find a Custodian."
So he glanced up, listening to the two speak, and returned his gaze to his mouth to shovel another plastic spork full of omelette into his gaping maw, only to nearly spill it over himself when he glanced up a second time to come to grips with what his brain registered the first time. Zoe's mother was quite the looker.
He covered it smoothly enough and returned to eating as Zoe went into her detailed description of how he had caught the pickpocket. It certainly seemed more action-packed in the re-telling, but then again...from her point of view, it had probably seemed like more of a fight and less of an arrest.
He inserted the occasional affirmative sounds at appropriate points in the child's story, but eventually it was his turn to actually speak. Luckily, his paper plate was already empty. "Chief Inspector Drayson McCullough. Custody Domestic Protection Service."
He produced his badge and ID for her to peruse as she saw fit. "We take the safety of our citizens very personally."
He offered her a bit of a smile to help dissuade any suspicion or worry; they weren't watching her family. It really had been just a coincidence.
He stood up, producing a handkerchief with which to brush away any errant food from his mouth and wipe his hands clean, and gave little Zoe a soft tap to the head with one knuckle, "She's a brave lass you have here."
Tucking away the kerchief, Drayson turned and knelt down in front of Zoe to fix her with a very serious look. The way he knelt, his jacket was open just enough that the little girl could catch a glimpse of his holstered pistol, tucked away under his jacket, "Moscow's a lovely city, child. But a dangerous one. Stick close to your mother, and if you ever have any trouble, find a Custodian."