The Sheriff Once Again
@sheriff-caitlyn
"I suppose I might be a little difficult to identify, what with you being upside-down in a tree after a fifteen-storey drop and a near-miss from a zeppelin's rotors - excellent steering, by the way - but I would hope, at the very least, that you'd remember the hat."
She looks at the ruined glider, where it is wedged in the park's flowerbed, then back up at the yordle. "It goes without saying that you will be doing community service for this one, ma'am.. The medics will be along shortly to get you down from there."
Oh, crap! It really WAS Caitlyn. Rin bit her lower lip as she’d once again have to explain how the hell all THAT happened. “Aw come on, Caitlyn! Listen, it wasn’t my fault—well, not ENTIRELY my fault! I—ooorggg...” The little yordle suddenly had to hold a hand over her mouth, the weight of gravity and her tumble finally catching up with her small body. She was pretty battered up, and likely had a mild concussion after a few smacks to her head, all concluding in her hanging upside down by the loop of her utility belt. “Okay... okay. Maybe I should be a little bit more careful...” she winced “How bad is my glider....”
