you arrive at the police headquarters where you are promoted. It's heavy and stormy, the sky gray and hot. You go up the stairs, looking for someone to introduce yourself to, and a short woman bumps into you on the way down. She has messy, brown hair, a t-shirt full of bright colors and jeans. Her freckles stand out a little in the colors of the island. She turns around to look at you

“Can’t watch where you’re going, seriously?”