It's Taco Time (Trickster)
Fred had been having interesting dreams lately. She couldn't really put her finger on what made them interesting, but she knew when she woke up the next morning they'd been something...different and possibly spectacular. They were certainly disturbing. She was probably just dealing with her recent visit in the loonybin and her apparent recent loss in friends and family. It was just her subconscious' way of dealing with trauma, but she didn't know how well it was working it out if she couldn't remember what the dream was when she woke up. It was a little frustrating.
Fred Burkle wasn't the pushy type. Not often, but she wanted the City to listen. So, as she stepped out of Angel Investigations, locking up behind her, she decided to give it a little talking to.
"Now. I don't mind running into people. I don't mind being in danger. I do, but I know it happens. It comes with the territory, if there really is such a thing as territory here. I don't know. I'm not really working for Angel, but I'm not not working for him. Can't not work for him if he's not around, right? So, I get that. I get that I'll meet people who aren't nice and people who are. Even some or most who don't understand me. But, why did you gimme this stupid beeper? People don't even use them anymore unless they're waiting for to be called to get their table at a busy restaurant. It's practically obsolete technology. And, while we're on that, why does someone who has no computer skills at all, is almost a technophobe or Luddite, get to have a fancy phone?" Fred just kept walking. "And, what's up with giving and taking people? Or why did you stick me in the asylum? That wasn't nice."
It wasn't until she got to an intersection that she realized she had no idea where it was she wanted to go. She'd ignored the looks she was getting, yet having somewhere to go in mind seemed like a good idea. The pause in her diatribe as well as her thoughts allowed the dream, that nebulous thing, to seep back in, and now all she wanted to do was find a taco joint.
"Damn you, City." Fred didn't stamp her feet. She didn't pout. She just crossed the street at the light and started searching for a taco stand. "And, I better not have to pay for someone else's taco because they ran."