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Kasumi is in a detention cell, more commonly known as a drunk tank, with a few other women. Notably, she is at one end in handcuffs, laying on a bench annoyed. On the other side are the rest of inmates, still intimidated from the last time they raised Kasumi's ire. A sheriff walks by the cell with a clipboard.
"Ms. O'Brian! You're free to go."
>Fuckin A about time!
Kasumi gets off the bench and darts over to the cell door as it's opened.
>Now get these cuffs off me already!
The sheriff sighs and unlocks her cuffs.
"We could charge you with destruction of property or public intoxication, but the store decided not to press charges.
>Yeah yeah yeah, that inflatable giant squirrel had it coming. It said some unsavory things about my late mother. Now I want my flask, my phone, my glasses, and my pepper spra-er, my totally normal pen back.
Kasumi rubs her wrists, now free. The sheriff rolls his eyes and points down the hall.
"Go to the front desk, your stuff is there and you just have to sign a few things."
Kasumi walks quickly down the hall, making her way to the front desk. Along the way, a clearly intoxicated man stares as she walks by. Kasumi responds by flipping him off and skips her way over to the front desk.
>Yo where's my shit?
The secretary goes through some paperwork and points at a small box. Kasumi quickly pulls out her glasses and puts them on, before taking her flask and pretending to tie her shoes while taking a drink so the secretary doesn't see her, obvious to the cameras everywhere.
"Please sign here, here, and here."
>Fuckin sweet, I was worri-
Kasumi clicks her pen, forgetting what it actually was as pepper spray nearly hits the secretary in the face.
>Oh, that's uh, perfume...do you have a pen I can borrow?
