"Good morning." Jean grumbles as she arrives at the police station reception, not looking around. He stops beside her at the counter "What do we have for today?"

The receptionist shuffles through some papers, some sheets are lying loose on the table. "Hm... You have a patrol to do today, Jean..." She replies, squinting to read the what's on paper. "And so are you. Well, you two, together." You and Jean look at each other.