Though Daryl placed very little stock in personal "revelations" that changed one's entire outlook, she had to admit that she felt a bit better on the proper morning of January 1st. She decided to go to the station to see if there were any cases worthy of her interest, as the police department was not always prompt in informing her when she was needed.
After ensuring that Toby was secure in his crate, she went to the station, arriving close to 9:30. She nodded at the officers and detectives, none of them attempting to make small talk while still acknowledging her existence. As the only person that Detectives Warda and West would allow to use their precious cappuccino machine, she was seen by many as a mythic being of sorts. Nobody halted her passage to the machine, and she prepared her coffee in peace.
Hearing a voice behind her, she turned, raising a brow. Detective West was a strange man, one she rarely spoke to. His smile was met with a confused wrinkle of her nose. "It's a coffee machine," she said simply, voice cautious. Was he "punk-ing" her? "It doesn't have feelings."