If she had to play the part of cop then by all means she was going to do a damn good job at it. Slayer instinct taught her well. While there were no monsters or vampires to hunt here, as far as she knew, vandals were the next best thing to hunt. Minus the actual hunting part. It was more cat and mouse. Except where the cat didn't eat the mouse in the end and instead locked it up behind bars. That was a thing she could do and was looking forward to it.

But man was it harder than she thought. This guy, or girl, had been good at giving her and her partner the slip the last few times. Every single time she thought she had him or her they gave her the slip. She'd end up showing after the paint dried and the damage had been done. Back and forth, or maybe in circles she seemed to go. And would continue going.

Eventually her persistence paid off though and she caught up. At least she thinks.

"You sure about that?" The voice from behind him belongs to a small blonde decked in police attire. She's standing there with her arms folded across her chest, head canted to the side and eyes narrowed at him.

If instinct served her well, which it usually did prior to coming here, then she might have found exactly who she was looking for.