“Didn’t know you’d became a…” Jolyne glances at the ID you’d presented her. “…a cop.”

She’s handcuffed, sitting at the table in front of you. “No use hidin’ it, yeah, I beat the guy up. Didn’t think the cops were watching, to be honest.” Jolyne ignores the fact it was you who arrested her. Great, she thinks, not only had you dumped her last year, you were the one who’d handcuffed her, too.