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Coke instead of coffee today. Being sipped through a cherry licorice whip with both ends bitten off.

But she's still in the booth, with a shiny badge and a notebook. The notebook is being eyed speculatively, and she has the air of one who is plotting. As it's Max, the plot is likely foolish, destructive, or potentially lethal.

Probably all three. That's just been her luck lately.