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The unmistakeable sound of a car pulling up close to them snapped Angela away from her train of thoughts. She peeked over her shoulder and, when recognizing the shape of an american patrol car and the stereotypical doughnut loving policeman, she saw an oportunity. The demoness made sure her glamour was up and running properly: after all,  her plan depended in being escorted to her destination and not to a holding cell for having potential weapons attached to her head. She used the front-facing camera of her tablet as a mirror, and she began to fixe her hair, remove any possible traces of sulfur and other residues from portal passage and, all in all, attempted to look as stunning as possible. 

When done, she discreetly made the tablet vanish and turned to face the cop(s). A confident gait took her towards the policeman, a walk that she thought would be cool and interesting but in truth would be best fit for common hookers. When close enough to the man, she'd flash a charming smile and begin speaking. She wouldn't use magic, hoping that normal acting would do the trick. [color=royalblue]"Hey there~ Mind helping me out with a little thing? I wanted to go see that place from the TV shows, you know it, right? But I got lost and I forgot my phone at my place! Mind taking me there, sir?"[/color]

There could've been better ways for doing this, like taking a cab as she saw someone do. However, even in so-called vacations (if you could even call them that) she was sure that people were watching them and grading them as they went, so being original would be a way to get in the good side of the teachers both by thinking of a way to get a ride on the spot, and for getting the class out of a possible pickle with this. But there was a much more flagrant reason of why she was doing this: She didn't want to walk all the way over there on high heels.