Remy nodded at the officer when he gave him that very specific, going to have to talk to you type look. At least it didn't seem like they were taking anyone but the purple man anywhere. That was good. The white-haired woman requested that she and Anna find a more private place to talk, and Remy turned again. There were things he'd wanted to ask Anna about, but it was looking more and more like that was something that just wasn't going to happen.
Leaning back against the bar, Remy watched the officer... Pete interviewed another witness. Anna's quiet voice beside him drew his attention away from the officer, and he nodded. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Anna and the other woman disappeared into the back somewhere, and Remy was left surveying the damage again. A quick search of the bar revealed his drink still intact, and he picked it up again and downed what was left, then waved off a paramedic who was itching to get a look at him. He was picking through the food he'd ordered, trying to figure out what was still edible, when policeman Pete came up to him, notepad in hand.
"Sir, we'll need a statement." Remy gave him a thumbs-up, trying not to convey just how much he disliked the fact that he was standing less than two feet away from a cop. Reaching for the plate, he held it out and offered, "Popper?"