"Yes sir, understood." Dorothy listened to Tyrell in full eye contact, mouth a straight line. As he dismissed her questions with the most general advice, she tried to remind herself it wasn't her first day in diapers or anything. She had been on the force before. So, she would simply need to use her judgement from now on.

He left, gesturing to Fields, and with him went some of her chill. She downed the rest of her coffee in two gulps and set it down, pushing back her chair anxiously awaiting the job. That excitement was short-lived as two late comers blocked her doorway of escape. One seemed to be calm, inquisitive, but slightly frothing at the mouth for doing whatever it takes to get the job done. The other carried himself with a brisk air, glaring and introducing himself bluntly.

Another detective showed up late. This one looked pretty damn ballsy, street clothes and eccentric taste in weapon right out in the open. [i]Tingle.[/i] Dorothy's spine started to itch like hell, it was all she could do not to convulse. Instead, she guided a shaky hand back there and pressed into the spot, right at the bottom, where the augment came together. After a wave of rigidity, everything felt fine.

"I just want to get my first collar done and then I'm up for introductions. First round at Meafords will be on me."

“Buddy a mine’s up north and got a lead that might be right up your alley, friend."

She tuned back in at this, having a moment in her mind that resembled memory loss. What was she doing just a moment ago? It seemed like she was talking to someone else...another woman? But no, she couldn't have been. These new comers, however, were on top of their game to be sure. She rolled her chair a little closer. Now's not the time to hold back her own ballsiness. "Any chance this girl can get in on this?" she asks, pointing at herself.

"Yea uh, gotta stick some shit in your spines and you can go if you want or not. I'll be back here at central all the time. We're going to be - I'm going to be monitoring your stress levels. Any signs of cyber psychosis and you are going to be meat in the body bank gentlemen." 

Not really listening to that end of the room- though she should be -Dorothy only perked up at the word 'spine,' her head snapping in the direction of Field's voice as if her name had been shouted. Thinking of the implications of sticking more shit in her spine, her future as a possible psycho, it was enough to make her think her career choice over for the 10,000 time. Biting her lip, she curled her fists in her lap and turned back to the guys. [i]Ending in psychosis for me? Ah, it doesn't really matter...I'm here because I want to be, I'm here until I no longer feel that rush...Meat? So be it.[/i] It is clear to her through racing thoughts she will need a shot of adrenaline very shortly. As soon as she leaves the building, if able.