Shay had walked passed the station several times before she entered. When she did, she hung back in the front room, watching as the police worked. Anytime one took an interest in her Shay brushed them off with a quiet explanation of why she didn't need their assistance.
A few of the force were nervous with her in the station, only watching. They'd glance her way and whisper among themselves. Wasn't that Klaus Rosales' newest child? Why was she here? Why was she just watching them? Was this some Rosales Gang business?
Shay was beginning to think being here was trouble. She wasn't doing anything nefarious, at least, she assumed she wasn't. Truthfully, the young girl didn't understand why she had spent a whole day waiting around. She was interested, she supposed, and part of her was hoping she might talk to Angelo (that seemed unlikely, besides he'd be irritated with her if she interrupted his work again).
Shay had brought her music player with her, so at the time when her mind was racing a little too fast and all the peeking was getting to her, she popped her earphones in and used finding a song as a good distraction to not meeting anyone's eyes.
There was too much to do in a day, period. Even if he had a partner, which he was almost entirely thankful for, there was still plenty to be done. It hadn't exactly been a great day either and more than once had he tripped and nearly spilled his coffee all over himself, the paperwork or one of his peers. Speaking of which, he had a stack of reports cradled in the crook of his arm as he rushed from the front to the back. Disgruntled would've been one way to describe him.
Tybalt hurriedly brushed some of his hair out of his eyes as he laid a new bunch of files down at the front desk, only to have the receptionist stop him. He paused and had her motion vaguely at a girl standing off to the corner. "She's been there all day. Can you see to her?"
The angel almost scoffed. What was he, a nanny? He had more work to do than just watching a girl, and he almost asked if anybody else could do it. Still, it probably wasn't without trying, and so he shrugged and turned to walk towards her. She seemed vaguely familiar to him, though he couldn't quite pin where she was from.
"Hey." Casual, not demanding or angry or anything. "Just curious, but what're you doing hanging around a police station?"
No can I help you or do you need assistance. His coworkers probably already asked her that, but he could bet a pretty penny not a single one asked why she was here or her reasoning.
When Shay saw two shoes stop at her feet, she pulled her earbuds out just quick enough to hear Tybalt's question. She looked up. Shay assumed the receptionist would have stopped sending people her way by now. She guessed not.
To her knowledge, Shay had never seen this man before, but she wasn't perfect with faces, nor had she been as vigilant as she could have been in the station. It was safe here, after all. Shay's only danger here was how much she said, so silence was a good bet when not being directly spoken to. But she was now. She was being spoken to.
"Oh," Shay began, unable to hide the guilt in her voice. She shouldn't have felt guilty. She wasn't doing anything wrong. Not this time. "I was... I guess I was waiting for someone. Watching how this place operates. Police are kind of cool." She shrugged.
Tybalt couldn't have been more correct. Everyone asked what they could do for Shay, but they couldn't do anything. She didn't need their assistance or their help. They could just go along with their business. Pay no mind to the watchful child.
She seemed like the quiet type, and it was a bit odd to have a little girl hanging around a police station alone. Usually they were on school trips, or there was some take your kid to work day function that the police station so gratefully volunteered to host. He had to admit he had a certain soft spot for children, but it wasn't that soft.
"Who're you waiting for?" Perhaps she was someone's child. It could've explained why he found her familiar, but he had this distinct feeling that it wasn't that. Maybe she'd pull this stunt before and he'd just failed to pay much attention to it. Well, either way, she really shouldn't have been here even if she was technically doing nothing. No sense in having extra liability sticking around.
He thought it was a bit weird that she was being watchful of a bunch of police officers, anyway. They had their respective bosses for that.
"Angelo Genovese," Shay answered without pause. She realized then that she might have just gotten him in trouble, so she quickly went on. "He doesn't know I'm waiting for him. He didn't ask me to. I just had a question for him, was all, so I thought I would wait until he was heading home."
She offered Tybalt a slight smile, deciding to stand and even the odds. Shay had never liked sitting when others stood. It was the position of weakness. Yes, she was aware that should have been the farthest thing from mind when it came to a police officer.
"Erm, I'm Shay. It's nice to meet you. I hope you weren't sent over here despite a busy work schedule. I'm fine, really."
There was a pause as the girl mentioned Angelo, and he raised a brow at her request. What was she doing here, and why was she looking for his partner? He straightened up a bit, one brow raised curiously. He didn't know where Angelo was specifically, but he wasn't just going to lead the girl over and dump her off on his partner. He'd already been pulled aside for this, he didn't need to have the work doubled down just because one of them was absent.
"Did you need anything in particular? Or did you want me to pass on a message?" Admittedly he had a soft spot for children, but not to the point of interfering with work. "I'm his partner. I can probably give him any information you need to get across."
He was fairly sure it was simple, anyway. If it were any sort of actual emergency, she would've been a lot more insistent than just sitting in a corner listening to music.
The lull made Shay more nervous than she had already been. Authority had that effect on her. "I, uhm, I wanted to know if he could tell me anything about Vincenzo Fontana?" Coming here had been a bad idea. Klaus and Vito would handle Vincenzo, but even still, it felt like Shay's problem, and she wanted to be in the loop.
"I'm sorry, I must have missed your name?" Shay needed at least that much. Sure, maybe Angelo's partner could help her, but she wasn't sure she trusted him to do that. It was a delicate situation, and Shay wasn't old enough yet to ensure the people around her trod it as they should have.
When Shay imagined what growing older would feel like, she had never thought it would be so tiring. She felt torn between too many worlds and saying the one thing to one person might -- Actually, she wasn't certain. What would happen to her if she goofed up? Shay had to cut that line of thought off at the root before it threatened to drown her. She breathed out.
Vincenzo Fontana? Now that name rung a few more bells, but nothing concise and clear in his head. He went through so many cases a day that sometimes things didn't stand out unless it was major. Maybe Angelo had been the one dealing with it and he hadn't given him a brief yet. All of that was possible, but at the same time, he shouldn't have been talking to a girl about policework. That was just unprofessional, and he'd have to pull Angelo aside later and ask him about it.
For the time being, he had other things to tend to. Including this girl. He glanced at his watch.
"I'll need to ask him about it. But if it's police work, it'll be wise for you to not get involved." There were security measures in place and, if the girl was involved somehow, she'd need to find out through official channels. Angelo, what the hell did you do?
"Oh. My name is Tybalt." A peculiar name, but not too much so when he'd originally chosen it. Time went by fast, and he had to remember that culture changed.
"It's not," Shay said quickly, "officially. There isn't..." She stopped and thought about how she might explain her situation without giving much away. "Vincenzo has... taken a sort of interest in me, so I wanted to know more about him. Like, criminal history of any sort? I know he must have one, but I can't say what he's done. Safety measures. If you asked Officer Angelo about it, I'm sure he'd be pretty confused and maybe worried, too."
Christ, Shay hadn't been in the business of crime long (technically she still wasn't. Semantics), but she was perceptive enough to realize she was treading, if not completely crossing, a few 'never do this' lines. It wasn't that Shay didn't trust the police, but she was very aware of the trouble she could both cause and be in.
"The thing is Mister, er," she had no last name. That was fine, fair even; she could work with it. "- Mister Tybalt, I'm not looking to have any investigations or warnings sent Mister Fontana's way, it would be too much trouble, you know?"
Oh boy. Oooooooh boy. Angelo, what the actual fuck did you do? Tybalt's face was set in his usual mild scowl; resting bitch face, if you will. His lips tightened slightly but otherwise, his expression didn't change. He'd have to give Angelo a good smack upside the head for this one because if he wasn't following protocol or reporting what he was supposed to, he'd get both of them in some major trouble. Augh.
"I'll ask him. But if you think you're in danger, you need to tell your parents or get an official report in." Was this a mess? Did he need to deal with it? He wasn't sure yet, but he'd have to find out lest someone get hurt because he was being ignorant. He knew nothing about this girl, but she had vaguely alluded to being in potential danger.
"Just because you think it's 'too much trouble' doesn't mean you shouldn't report it. It won't be too much trouble for us as long as you're safe." That's what a lot of people thought; they wouldn't report it because it was minor, or too much trouble. It was only too much trouble if you called the cops for your cat being stuck in a tree.