Barbara | Crichton
"Yeah, well no one does. But it's the rule." He grinned as she laughed, glad to see it. He felt good. Really good. Or maybe it was the booze.
"Have it your way- honestly wasn't that bad once you got used to the slime." Yup, lots of stories. He'd tell her later, anyway. Why not? Just save that one for another time.
"Oh. Right." He wasn't sure if he believed her or not, but he let it go for now with a shrug. Maybe she was helping out the police in her spare time. Made sense. But he could understand that kind of pressure, keeping track of your family's legacy and all that.
"Seriously? The guy dressed as a penguin is helpful? To what, polar bears?"