[right][h3]The Fed Zone[/h3]10:59 am, Saturday
November 6th
[sub][@Zoro][/sub][/right][indent][h3]D.[/h3][/indent]


As Mr. Hotshot rattled off specs of Google Glasses that the every-day layman already knew, D's hand shifted in her pocket out of impatient annoyance, and her body leaned, by resting her weight on one leg, trying to act somewhat entertained by the man's words.  However, the teenager only semi-succeeded with her act through the expression on her face, [color=silver]"In fact,"[/color] Mr. Hotshot smiled cooly to her. D motioned her case more closely to herself. His dismissive attitude was strangely alarming, and she was beginning to suspect that it could potentially be this attitude that was causing the insipid reactions from the others, [color=silver]"I used it just now to record that pleasant conversation."[/color] It might not actually have been that he was a suspicious character at all. 

[color=gray][i]Scratching him off the list,[/i][/color] D thought to herself while trying to recollect something cheeky to say in response, like one of her automatic quips that she generally recited to the police or other untrained investigators when they started lecturing her about their insight to an incident that occurred due to paranormal tragedy. They would act like she knew nothing when they probably knew even less than she did.  However, there were times when they did actually know more than her. It was always a gamble built with boring conversations with pick-pocketed information that had to be pieced together properly. Unfortunately, her father was not here to help her on this one. She was still a little agitated over it, but she would complain about that in more detail to herself at a later and more appropriate time -- she figured. Besides, this was a slightly different incident even if it felt predominately the same.

Before D could say anything, the conversation was interrupted by a fairly homely looking woman. Her bust looked like it would give a thousand people a hug and still not be satisfied. Even her scolding words had a sense of warmth about them. She also had a cool t-shirt. D decided that she liked her much more than Mr. Hotshot, even if his Google Glasses were kind of cooler than the [i]I BELIEVE IN HUMANS[/i] t-shirt. D's jaw dropped slightly, at the woman's change in vocals. At first it was a whisper with enough presence to hush a room, (because by golly, it got D's attention away from the way the printed letters fit around her bust) and then it was a demand for calling 9-1-1 and someone by the title: Sheriff Chang.  [color=gray][i]Why am I not wearing my goggles?[/i][/color] Her hand wipped out of her pocket and slid across the screen. She only caught a brief video of the girl darting before sliding her cellphone into her pocket. She was not about to call the SHeriff. Her patience was thin after talking to Mr. Hotshot.  Besides, she had a real clue who just ran into the restroom.

The spilled milkshake said nothing to D, at first. She had messes on her all the time, but the extremely tall man that had picked up Maddie Wilson's dropped picture and started walking after her and towards the bathroom. Her father was a large man, but this man was very tall -- the kind of tall that might look a little awkward when walking under an eight foot tall door frame if he didn't poise himself correctly.  She was not bothered with him for only but a split a second, as she chose whether or not to follow the little girl. The tall man seemed decently athletic enough to stop a small girl from leaving the area if need be; and Maddie Wilson will probably be more comfortable with [i]I BELIEVE IN HUMANS[/i] approaching her than some stranger.  

D leaned over, close to Mr. Hotshot's shoes and picked up the milkshake cup, [color=gray]"You don't happen to also have the Sheriff on call?"[/color] More importantly, though, D was wondering how she got a milkshake without being noticed. Her eyes scanned behind the counter at the milkshake machine and then back to the restrooms. She had no recollection of Maddie Wilson having been inside the restaurant, which she thought was strange. The girl was wearing a Wonder Woman scar! Aubrey and her loved Wonder Woman -- Aubrey more so than D, but the feeling of loss to detail was personally prevalent.