caspiians:
the syren has the decency to look sheepish, listening intently, head tilted down slightly with his lips pursed. to be frank, he barely got his license, since driving under the water wasn’t something he could do in the first place. and when he came to the surface, it hadn’t taken long for him to realize it wasn’t easy to do things on foot — so, with his botched up credentials and fake ids, he managed to get a license a few weeks ago. as such, he isn’t a good driver in the first place — and not wanting to get into further trouble ( or get more questions ), he is on his best behavior.
“i’m terribly sorry i — hadn’t noticed.” caspian repeats, nodding as the man asks for his documents. he has been warned about this before, that he needs to carry those documents all the time, besides the identification cards in his wallet at all times. human etiquette is… different from what he’s used to, but he can see the need for it easily. a nod follows as a response as he leans to the side to open the glovebox. there is a file that contains all the necessary documents, hopefully so — since the rental office had assured him he wouldn’t need anything else.
once he fishes that out, he holds it out from the opened window; end of his lips upturned in a polite smile. the question doesn’t surprise him the slightest, but a part of himself wants to grin at the reply. and he would, after all, if it was any other situation. “i’m from overseas, actually… iceland.” it’s not completely a lie, it is very close to nehallennia, then again, it would be a huge stretch to call it the truth.
“it’s a rental car. i’m planning on staying for a while but — didn’t want to make a commitment just yet.” he points out with a small nod, one hand going up to his hair to push it back into its place. “i hope everything is there, and my passport is…” the syren digs through his backpack as he speaks, taking it out to hand it as well. “… here.”
for a moment he takes a look at the documents. appraising. thank god it's not dark enough where he has to get out a flashlight in order to read everything, but it will be soon enough. this should be his last stop before he goes home, as long as nothing happens on his way there. the minute the thought even passes through his mind, garrett's fully aware that something else is going to happen. either this stop'll be overly long, or there's something he hasn't even thought up yet.
garrett can't help but raise an eyebrow, looking up from the insurance documents. "didn't notice going that far over the speed limit?" it's the cop thing. skepticism just fits so easily into his tone, considering all the ways that people try to get out of traffic stops. this late in his career, he's seen people do it all, ranging from being belligerent to outright flirtation. "don't worry, i'm just being a little hard on you. i've pulled guys over going close to a hundred and had them tell me that they didn't see that either, somehow." the joke around the department is whether people try harder to get out of a traffic stop or jury duty. depends on the person, maybe, but people will make up any lie they can.
the location brings him up short. "jesus," he says, and he sounds genuinely interested. "that's a long way to travel to get here. never seen anyone from iceland in town before, and we've had quite a few new people here over the past few months. why're you here? business?" it's a genuine question and also just something to note if they have a run-in later. garrett remembers most people who pass through deadwood, mostly as a matter of professional integrity. sometimes the little things that you remember are what pay off later.
"not a bad rental car," garrett says easily. there's a loosening in his stature, something a little more relaxed, if still on guard as he should be. he's more prone to let people off of tickets if it's their first time in town. there are a few known speed traps around deadwood, after all, and he's more interested in catching locals and repeat offenders who should know better. still, he takes the passport and flicks through it. "well, i'm just going to let you know that about a hundred feet back there, it goes from a forty-five to a thirty-five zone. you were over that, but it's trying to catch everyone in town off guard."










