[Blake doesn't have high hopes for this one. He's surprised, though, that the kid genuinely tries to answer instead of blowing him off. Usually this kind likes to play tough and takes some intimidation before they'll pay attention.

It's about the same as he's heard everywhere else. Just means he needs to dig deeper.]

Well, [his eyes flick down to the nametag] Rick, how about inventory records? Or, hell, you got security camera footage?

[Back at home the badge would suffice, but here, the kid has some reason to ask questions.]

I'm a cop from somewhere where green hair and tits aren't mandatory. Here? Call me a concerned citizen.

[His Musharna floats serenely over the counter to give the boy's head a sniff, searching for something of intriguing texture.]