At the exact same time, Adalina was attempting to threaten the officer speaking to her. "If I so much as hear the faintest whisper about this--" But. The room pitched without her permission. Worse was that she nearly swooned right into the cops arms like some southern belle with the vapors. Okay, maybe she actually did sort of do that. He helped her sit and shared a knowing glance with his partner a few feet away. Adalina just kept her mouth shut to avoid throwing up again. Ugh. Her head. Ugh. Ugh.
The officer with Regin kept jotting down notes as Regin spoke. "Ma'am," and her tone already said volumes, but she stopped as her eyes landed on a bolt stuck to Regin's shoulder. "You've got--" She tipped the bottom of her pen toward the piece of metal stuck to her. "Might want to... get that looked at." By who, the cop didn't know; she shut her notepad and became distracted by the shouting that came from the main gym room. The owner must have shown up. "You can contact the department if you have any questions."