It was a little bit after noon in downtown Los Angeles. Franziska von Karma stood across the street from the local courthouse near a small park, tapping at her cellphone. Her eyes were glued to her messages. She had messages to take. A new case was going to come up soon, and she was eager to get started. A white collar criminal getting caught? It'd be a great boost for her resume. Franziska was aware of her surroundings, though, and despite being glued to her phone, she waved a hand dismissively at the person that attempted to approach and speak with her. It only annoyed her at this point and time. "Yes, yes... I'm very busy, don't you see? I am a Von Karma, after all, with important things to do." She declared with pride and posh confidence. "If you have something to say, make it quick."