The woman behind the desk jumped about a foot in the air. It had already been a very strange shift, what with the un-forcasted thunderstorm and the very unseasonal (considering it was Vegas in August) snowstorm and the fact that the officer on duty was tip-toeing around a man who swore up and down he was a Norse god -- and looked the part. Now she was face to face with someone who looked a little too much like Tony Stark to be fake, and, really, she was just done. This shift couldn't be over fast enough.