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[yourmove]

[ ARREST MODE__ ]

Hands on your head.

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That orange would suggest she's a new inmate possibly en-route. Scanning her face doesn't bring up any escaped inmates at large and he's surprised to find her face doesn't have a match. At all. No pings from the Michigan DMV and, taking a few seconds longer to do a larger scan, from none of the other DMVs for that matter. No obvious criminal record; in fact, there's no record at all. She's a ghost in orange.

"You're trespassing. Step toward me, ma'am."

Alex holds out a hand toward her, servos and actuators whirring away as they replace what his muscle and tendons used to do. What she has on her back is also another ghost, coming up in his database as [UNKNOWN] if it's even a threat or not. The woman is still too close to the edge to risk tazing: there's a 85% probability she will fall off and turn a non-lethal response lethal. As she's not wanted for anything but trespassing, he considers it an unacceptable risk.

His visor hisses away from his face, revealing one of the few human parts Alex has left. Brown eyes, surprisingly average face of another cop who died too young. Stress and old laugh lines he doesn't use all that much anymore.

He doesn't seem to blink that much, if at all, even with the wind buffeting them. They're high up enough that it's much windier than down on the sidewalk. The t-shirt she wears flaps about her frame and judging by the size of the clothing, he will assume that's stolen.