I believe you, (never been one to underestimate when looks can be deceiving and hers aren't trying to be, athletic and capable,) but then you would've been dealing with the New Amsterdam Police Department — not someone in the same position as you are.

(straightening out of his usual almost-threw-down-in-the-middle-of-a-festival tension, connor fixes a tie that doesn't need fixing and turns his attention back to the woman after a brief check of their surroundings. no one alarmed enough to contact the authorities, even if they do give them strong sidelong stares. someone out of costume is strange, but they can't pinpoint north's at all.)

My name is Connor. I know it's intimidating, being brought somewhere unrecognizable against your will. I was the same.