PRP-Paranoia- Sweat

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Eyes quickly drawn to the adorable monkey, had she not even learned the name rightly? Well at least they were all a very different mish mash of energies here that might be good,

Giving the guards a look as they mention Hermione Granger wondering if they meant her or someone else in the party.

With to many mentions of Frances going around all ready and it felt clear that speaking to them in groups would not work, you would either need more one on one for her to get a good chance at a go or let Ram take the helm it seemed.
Perhaps they should gather first and talk to get a plan, giving the group a look to see what plans they had in mind whilst fidgeting with her necklace. Slowly angling herself to make it easy for at least all women to see, if anyone reacted now or later so would that be a potential easier person to talk to whilst most who wouldn't react wouldn't even know the symbol.

Equipment

Ankle bracelet - hedgespun +1 defense.
Choker - hedgespun no effect.
Attack alarm/watch/flashlight
Small papper bag - Bouquet of flowers, a blue/red/white rose, fine ask of chocolates.
Necklace
Purse - compact mirror, touchup makeup, voucher for a one day spa treatment at a local spa, smartphone, Zippo lighter, money (500$), smarties, doggie treats, notepad with a pen and lockpicks (+3).

Stats

Health: 7/7
WP: 2/2
Defense: 2
Armor: 0

[Sonnie Wu]

Munching on a donut, Sonnie serenely watches the exchange between Ram and the guard. "Right. Francine. S'what I said." Nod nod nod.

Golden eyes shifted towards the Telluric, "Which guy? Oh, you wanna donut? I got jelly-filled!" She opened the box, and infact offered them to everyone, including the guard. (Mall) cops LOVE donuts!

[DrDog]

Sonnie is mobbed by the night team, who live for fresh donuts.
"Thanks lady!"
"So Ram man, when are you gonna join night time? Its where the real money is, and no annoying kids that you have to be nice to. Just punks you can sneak up on and scare the willies out of."

[Ram]

Ram was about to say something in support of ‘Hermione’ but the words didn’t quite seem able to manifest. Instead all he could do was shrug slightly while tilting his head with an expression that said Russel wasn’t exactly wrong. He suspected the droughts would go a long way to winning over the crowd though.

“Hey, if you were days you’d know it’s not the punks you have to worry about. It’s the moms,” Ram laughed “Might consider switching in the Spring but right now I’d rather not freeze my…,” quick glance to Titania “butt off anymore than I have to. Besides with Frances on days now nights doesn’t have the best shift lead anymore,” he ribbed them.

Though now that he’d brought it up he saw a chance to ask some questions.

“Though I think she misses nights more than she’s saying,” he continued a bit more seriously “She talked with any of you guys lately?” he asked Russel and the night group at large.

[Titania]

"No... no. Thank you", she shyes away from the sugary treat. Because let's be frank, she cares about her silhouette. And although she's not going to body shame the monkeywoman, she should too.
She's getting a bit too round, chances are, she's gonna be out of breath while jogging too.
Of course she doesn't say it, but the smirk on her lips is for all to see.
Luckily, Ram offers a much needed distraction, his attempt at chit chatting the guards is commendable.
She listens and nods.

[DrDog]

Russell and Stephen laugh loudly at Ram's joke, the rest merely chuckle. Discussion of Frances seems to bring down the mood. "How is she doing? Is she really not doing well on days? I tried talking to her a few times but, she just said nothing and walked off. She gave me this look man." Patrick speaks, finishing his donut, "Like she didn't trust me. Hell, when we busted that drug deal I had her back, and now, she doesn't even talk? Its not right." His tone and face show its far more than not alright, but he lacks the words to say that.

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Hmm treats and familiarity seemed to be what made these ones talk it was not her best area then again crowds were not her best area to begin with.

Trying to look as neutral as possible, not giving of the wrong vibe or speak neither to calmly nor to questioning which given her own looks and ways would never fully work and always have a hint of trying to lure people in or come of a bit to seductive in her body language in some way but hopefully she could hold it back good enough.
"Does any of you know if anything have changed lately or when it all really began? It does sound quite worrisome when one shifts or changes to much, it's sometimes impossible to know how much someone needs to hold in for far to many reasons but it's horrible to see one who has to suffer so." Hoping that her words in this way would work as they were genuine, she did care about people which hopefully would be her strength here.

[Sonnie Wu]

"You're welcome!" She bowed the the night shift personnel with a grand flourish. Sonnie turned towards Titania and grinned triumphantly. "Ha! Hear that? I'm a lady!"

Pfft, the amount of exercise the Beast gets, she gas no worries about her figure. Athletic as ever!

In any case, the Steepscrambler listened to the night team curiously, "Hm, guess something's got her preoccupied?"

[Ram]

Ram gave a sad grunt and a nod when Patrick described his interaction.

“Yeah. I mean she’s doing the job. Catching a lot of fence hoppers. But no, I don’t think she’s doing okay. She doesn’t joke or laugh, constantly patrolling without taking breaks, took down her picture with hardly a word. A couple of us have tried seeing if there was something we could do to help but she just pushes back. I’ve been hoping it was just adjusting to new schedule and crew but if she’s not talking to late shift either… yeah I’m a bit worried.”

Ram rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the Springs as if support before turning back to the guys.

“Maybe she needs an intervention?” he sounded unsure. "Not that I'm worried about drugs," he added quickly "Just having a big show of support?" With the way things were, putting her on the spot might not be the best plan, but he couldn’t think of anything else off hand.

Then there was the small worm of an idea wriggling in his mind that whispered about why someone might suddenly change personalities. No longer be themselves. Be a fetch.

[Titania]

"Wait...wait... wait...", she interrupts.
Drugs? In Her Funderland? Somebody think of the kids.
"What do you mean drugs? Are we having a problem?", she was a representative of the Court of Desire. Addictions and their treatment fell within their purview.
According to her at least.
"Could it be related to Frances' sudden mood shifts?"