Officer Flint was lazily looking at her phone while leaning against the hood of her patrol car with a small smirk on her face. But she suddently hears a sound behind her.

"Huh?"

Flint turns to the sound, adjusting the strap on her uniform—one shoulder strap slightly unaligned. Her tail twitches, her ears perk up.

"Oh, hey there," she purrs in greeting.

Flint turned to the newcomer, raising an eyebrow, sizing them up. It was hard to tell what the rat was really thinking. "Well, well, well... What brought you to this ugly part of the city now?"

Her hand lingered lazily on her belt, near the baton and gun holster at her hip.