Morag scribbled ferociously, occasionally slurping down a bit of tea. She looked up with surprise as Susan paused to ask if she should truncate her story, face furrowing with confusion. Usually when people reported law enforcement matters, this was not the issue -- Morag had taken notes on the temperature outside and the type of knickers a victim had been wearing during a mugging because they'd thought it important -- rarely did she have to ask for more detail, like she would now.
"Long version, please. It's difficult to apprehend and convict assailants when we have... no idea where this took place, what he looks like, or how he threatened you." It was brusquer than she needed to be, and Morag felt sorry in an instant, letting out a sigh. "Let's start with where this took place. Do you remember the name of the shop?"