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[officerrenaldi]

[Ladies and Gentlemen-have a certain cop who is scared as anything. The problem with all of this is-she's LAPD. Raised in a family who don't show fear. So she's trying to keep out of site yet wandering the halls. She's completely affected and struggling like mad with it.

But she's not giving in. So she's just got her hands in her pockets wandering the halls completely on edge. This is what it's like to be supernatural somehow. The other times she'd been someone else-this was the first time a flood hit her.

This is what it's like. But she's not saying anything about it. Nothing at all.]

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[officerrenaldi]

[Allllll the wariness and mistrust.] And what qualities do you have to recommend you.

[she shakes her head and leans against the wall] How long have you been here?

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick frowns, extremely confused, because he sort of thought he and Carla were at least friendly. She knew he was a cop, he invited her to stuff when he and Angua and George hung out, he didn't know he was doing anything wrong.]

A year and four months.

[officerrenaldi]

[...Carla stares at him and bites back tears. This is-way too much. Confusion. Why the confusion? Questioning?]

I'm not making any progress at all with Mercer. He was involved in that thing with that kid-we were doing fine until that... I'm homesick, and I'm scared of my inmate.

[she gives a sad little laugh] I don't even feel like I belong with you guys half the time. I hate feeling...helpless. Being here and knowing just how people are feeling...it's like it's driving my own feelings back into my head.

...We go out and do stuff and you guys have been doing this and I just...

[lamely.]

......I feel out of place. I want to help and do more but I don't know what to do.

[She shakes her head] ...Hate this flood.

[batmanschmatman]

[Well. That's really just pulling out an enormous amount of sympathy, and he wishes he had a solution or could reach out and comfort her or something more than just stand there and promise it'll be okay.

He's settling for sort of cautiously trying to put a hand on her shoulder.] Carla, all of this is totally normal. You'll figure it out, and if you feel overwhelmed or just need to vent or something, you've got people you can talk to.

[officerrenaldi]

[That glare's back.]

...Don't give me that...that cop "ribbing" crap. You know what I mean. [her tone turns mocking] "ohohoho-seems like somebody got-" [she waves a hand] and so on and so forth.

...please. I can't fucking stand that.

[batmanschmatman]

I don't do that.

[officerrenaldi]

[Her voice trails off.]

...You ever felt like this? Like you can't take it? I dunno maybe...

...I shot a zombie in the head. I blew John Wayne's face off and this is what breaks me.

[batmanschmatman]

It's not breaking you, it's just giving you a hard time right now. It happens to everyone.

[officerrenaldi]

Has it happened to you?

[batmanschmatman]

[While Dick's projecting most of the same stuff as he has been - mild frustration, concern, trying to be comforting and supportive - there's some unease under it too, because he doesn't want to talk about some of the stuff he's been through, but.]

Yeah.

[officerrenaldi]

[Carla gets that unease. She's a cop and a good one. She puts two-and-two together quickly and manages a smile.]

...s'tough. I feel you. It's just good to know I'm not alone.

[Look at the brave face.]

[batmanschmatman]

You're never alone when it comes to this kind of stuff. Everyone's had at least one tough thing happen to them, either here or back home.