[H2][b][center]Paige Kennedy [/center][/b][/h2]

Paige immediately put her foot in the door paying almost no attention to Milo's smartass greeting. He'd again started off the battle and she quietly hoped he'd say something about her needing a warrant so she could educate him about how that wasn't a requirement for her. She could kick the door in if she wanted. "We'll just be a minute." She said walking past him without making eye contact. She looked around briefly evaluating his rather Spartan living arrangements. Some apparent "remodel" had been performed into a sort of dull rustic theme that she found as pathetic as his silly sign out front. She put her bag on what looked like a handmade wooden table. 

With her back to him, she figured he could pretty clearly see the gun he engraved for her tucked behind her sweater. He knew well enough where she kept it when it wasn't visible on her side. What he, nor Sio could not see however was her expression lighten slightly at the scent of a familiar aroma, [i]or rather two[/i], that wafted through the air. The music, the heat, the image of a glowing ball of orange behind silver evening clouds over the Bay came with it. A voice in her head shook her. There was no time to be sentimental. There was work to be done... but she had left her badge in the car. She felt less decisive than when they'd pulled up and it raged in her conscious. 

She ran a hand back over her ear, brushing her hair back and turned around trying to keep her customary firm glance. "Tell me you haven't been sitting here drinking that rot alone?" Her eyes wandered over him down to his bandaged hand, "I see you managed to slice yourself up, it's a wonder you didn't bleed out."

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