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[ It's not immediately after arriving that Anderson finally accesses the network. Out of sorts and deeply discomfited, she falls back on professionalism, as she's been trained to do, and scopes out the area first. This reconnaissance includes a brief mental skim of assorted passersby, mostly to gauge honesty and make sure this isn't an elaborate psychic-induced hallucinatory trap.

She's strong, but she's not invulnerable. She knows that's a possibility.

Except... it seems like it isn't, and she really is here, wherever 'here' is in the universe. After the two days she's spent poking around and reassuring herself of the reality of everything, though, that's not even the most incredulous part to her. ]

Looking for some information. [ Her voice is smooth, pleasant, a young woman's voice largely stripped of tone and easy to listen to. ] Someone told me there's no police here.

No judges.

How does that... work? Has anyone had experience with the intermediary system?

[ How can a place like this exist? It seems impossible to her. And just who is she, here? Who is she if not a Judge? ]

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[insidiose]

[ he's truly innocent; anything that happens is a direct result of what's been done to him. that said, he's absolutely trying to not murder anyone while he's here. ]

A different kind of police. I don't know how to describe it.

[ a breath. ] I know. People aren't like that. People hurt people. [ there's an air to it like he's used to that. ]

[wronganswer]

Okay. I get it. [ That's enough to be going on, although it does make her curious-- ] Who is he? The one that's here?

[ If there's other people here who are even remotely like a Judge, that would comfort her, maybe, depending on how they are. Anderson just thinks it would be nice not to feel so alone. Even if they can't do that for her, it could be a good potential resource.

As for the latter topic... Her gentled voice resumes, her speaking to victims voice. ] They do. Are you worried about that here?

[insidiose]

That's hard to explain. I only knew someone pretending to be him before, so now I feel like I don't know him well at all.

[ aurors are ... well, it's hard to compare anything to a judge, isn't it? honestly.

he stalls momentarily because he isn't sure how to answer but he knows that tone. ]

You don't have to worry about me. I just know there are wolves in the world.

[wronganswer]

What's his name? [ Although that line begs to ask about the backstory, she wants to know who she's asking about first in case she meets him later.

Judges really are incomparable in the worst of ways... Anderson has been struggling with that adjustment herself. It's hard to explain to people just what she is. None of her attempts so far seem to have done an adequate job.

But, even so -- ] Well, if you run into any wolves, let me know. I can handle them even if they're pretending to be sheep. My name's Anderson. [ So he can find her later. ]