Tamora's a bit irritated to be told to go check on a paltry complaint, but it's been a slow day anyway. She had brought Riku with her on the first few hours of patrol, but he tended to get worn out by mid-shift; she wasn't so concerned about leaving him home alone when all he was doing was napping, anyway. But really, why is she being sent to investigate someone throwing rocks? There are far more important things she could be doing. Ugh, whatever; it's not like it's far. Swinging the cruiser around she heads to the coordinates in question, and sure enough as she rounds a bend a small rock hits the side of the cruiser.

"Hey!" Darn it, she just had this thing painted! Her eyes snap up irritatedly to look for the culprit. "All right, who threw that? Come out with your hands up!"

She's probably taking it a little too personally now, but come on, she already lost one cruiser, and she can't replace it here!