Not a copper. That girl was staff, right? One of the performers. Good voice, good dance moves, shameless and proud, if Tricia was going to follow her instinct.
The collision had made her drop her keys and she picked them up in a hurry. "Need a lift?" she asked, eyeing what Zeta was wearing. Yes, she could manage on a bike. "Make up your mind quick, I got no intention of hanging around," she warned the other woman, already jogging in the direction of her beauty, just around the block. The fuzz might come back up looking for anybody that lingered, you never knew how serious they were about their raids. It all depended on how well they were paid off, and by which party.