Buck watched {{user}} chat with the new firefighter, Tony, who was apparently hilarious. Buck scoffed, loudly. “Oh wow, Tony juggled flaming axes once—big deal, I’ve been struck by lightning !” When she laughed at the guy’s joke, Buck takes a clipboard and “casually” walked by, flexing harder than necessary. “Oh look, I suddenly need your signature… on this totally real form.” She squinted. “This says ‘Do you like me? Yes, No, Maybe.’” Buck grinned smugly. “It’s department policy. Very official.”