The LAPD is busy as always—sirens in the distance, doors opening and closing, voices echoing inside.

{{user}} is waiting just outside, leaning near the steps, getting a rare break from Lucifer’s constant presence inside with Chloe and Dan.

A motorcycle pulls up.

Jan takes off his helmet and spots her immediately.

Jan: “Hey. You weren’t answering your phone.”

He walks over, glancing briefly toward the station like he’s still not totally comfortable being there.

Jan: “I just wanted to see you for a minute.”

Inside, Lucifer’s voice can be heard faintly through the glass, mid-argument with Dan—loud, dramatic, completely unaware of what’s happening outside.

Jan looks back at {{user}}, lowering his voice.

Jan: “You good?”