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~ The raccoon leaned back in his seat, yawning a bit. With the aid of the rather large bottle of water and idle conversation, the gallery's guard kept up his focus on the array of security camera displays before him. After a pause, he replied to Detective Clip, "Yeah, I don't think I ever saw one of those landing over water. That must've been quite the sight."

~ Detective Clip, still sipping on the same coffee from earlier chuckled warmly over her reply, "Yeah. Though I'm not sure the passengers found it quite so jovial." The jackalope leaned forward to hold down a button on one of the telephones, bringing up an intercomm to the coat check. "Y'all are closing for some problem with a coat that was just checked, right?"

~ Somewhat startled, the ferret behind the desk glanced about until she recalled where the camera was. She watched up into its gaze while replying, "Yeah; one of the coats apparently had one of those hand warming things, and it nearly caught fire. So we're working on clearing out all the smoke."

~ The raccoon spun in his seat to directly face the Detective as she stood, "I'd wondered why this was the first night you weren't in a t-shirt and shorts.. and why you'd not checked that fancy coat of yours.", waving a hand to gesture at one of the displays of fine art in the security feed, "Not that this doesn't seem more appropriate. Just, ya' know, a change?..."

~ As she carefully adjusted her tie and belt in turn, the jackalope grinned to the regular security guard. "I had a hunch, what with the weather report. First night of rain, since I got here, you know?"

~ The guard turned his attentions back to the monitors as he heard Clip striding towards the door. Without looking, he inquired, "If you're taking a break, I'd love you forever if you grabbed me one of those cactus bar things from the fridge."

~ The jackalope snickered as she slipped out of the door with her reply, "Still on the clock, Dave."

~ Out on the floor of the gallery, amongst the polite drift of folks to and from the various exhibits, Detective Clip pulled out her flashlight as she approached the cockatiel who was wearing a fairly well worn duster. He seemed to be regarding one painting in particular, one of them that was part of the traveling show.

~ With a calm smile, the Detective greeted him. "I've seen you here before; at one of the shows two stops ago."

~ The cockatiel feigned ignorance, holding up his hands. "I'm visiting family, out on the lake."

~ The jackalope nodded, "Uh huh. Well, while you're visiting, I'll note that I hate paperwork. Say, do you have any paperwork for me in that tube you've got sewn into the left side of your coat?"

~ The cockatiel flinched a bit, and gave Clip a glare. "Pardon?"

~ With a friendly nod, and the flashlight illuminating the painting's vicinity, "Ah; it must be empty. It'd make me a lot less paperwork if you kept it that way, when the lights go out in a few minutes."

~ The cockatiel remained silent, even as the lights went out right to plan and the jackalope kept the piece of art under her gaze. As the time for the lights to kick back on approached, the Detective leaned in closer to the ruffled bird, "I'll buy you a drink later, if you promise to behave."

~ "Sod off.", the curt reply as the parrot strode away and out of the gallery.