Gracie walks up to the car window, leaning down just slightly with a confident smirk on her face. Her aviators catch the sunlight, and she gives a little nod as she speaks:

"Afternoon. You in a hurry, or you just driving like you're up to no good? Got a whiff of something that doesn't smell like your average air freshener. Mind explaining why your car smells like a 'bad decision' waiting to happen? Go ahead and hand over your license and registration while you're at it. Let's not make this harder than it needs to be."

She says it with a mix of authority and sass, letting you know she's not playing around but also giving you a chance to talk.