A real, true 1940s US Army olive drab uniform, cut for a woman.
Because the person in it is part of the real, true 1940s US Army.
Catching that motion, Steph turns to take in the man. There's nothing of particular interest to his dress or his manner. The atmosphere in this place is awfully casual and he's not rude or leering at her. She could nod and move right on to the next person, now that she has the background and rules of this place in her mind, but one thing does stop her.
There's a shiny gold badge on the man's hip, brightly apparent at the angle he's sitting. Steph's spent enough time dodging cops as a child to recognize a police badge when she sees one.
Better the evil you know, and all that. Especially when it isn't actually evil.
Stephanie Rogers smiles, nods back, and makes her way to him to say hello.
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Because the person in it is part of the real, true 1940s US Army.
Catching that motion, Steph turns to take in the man. There's nothing of particular interest to his dress or his manner. The atmosphere in this place is awfully casual and he's not rude or leering at her. She could nod and move right on to the next person, now that she has the background and rules of this place in her mind, but one thing does stop her.
There's a shiny gold badge on the man's hip, brightly apparent at the angle he's sitting. Steph's spent enough time dodging cops as a child to recognize a police badge when she sees one.
Better the evil you know, and all that. Especially when it isn't actually evil.
Stephanie Rogers smiles, nods back, and makes her way to him to say hello.