Sounds just a touch suspicious...

This stupid—puzzle cube. [Trying not to show how frustrated she's getting.]

As overly luxurious as it is... it's one comfy bed.

She's hot but insufferable.

Could do with a smoke myself.

It'd been a long day out. And night. Gods, her head is pounding as she makes her way back to her office. Only to find the door ajar. Vostar frowns, senses heightening, the hairs on the back of her neck pricking up. She nudges the door open a little more with her boot.

Vostar doesn't like it. Not one bit. She whirls around at the closing door, turning to scan the rest of the environment as her hand rests on her blaster. "... I wasn't expecting visitors."

Oh great. The Brood put a price on my head. So much for a relaxing night out.

This city's rotten to the core.

... Did I drift off?

Not my first time using one of these.

[Falling asleep on an open case file, on her desk, empty bottle just shy of her hand.]

Living in the suburbs of a crime-ridden planet and still missing cat cases end up on my desk.

Taking refuge in her favourite run-down bar.

These look way too expensive.

Because we always look this professional. What do you think of the office?