As Mica led the way out, she could hear the older man's protest, but she hardly let it phase her. She supposed, she could have fun even on the job, if it or the job didn't kill her for it. That was all fine though. She considered the challenge worth it. Having already been wearing plain clothes under the police shirt and jacket, she rolled his eyes, but shed them, revealing a white tank top to match her dark slacks. The tight fitting undershirt showed just enough cleavage to draw eyes without looking risque--in the best way that Mica liked. The black cord necklace with a metal link in the center was also revealed.

"Talk about?" She answered as she sat down across from Daniel, setting down an entire paper container filled with churros. "Anything, everything really. We're partners now, so how is this going to work out. What's my place in your case. Are we...on equal terms here?" She hesitated to say the words as she licked cinnamon sugar from her fingers. She tried to play it cool, but she could tell; they were only partners in name. "Because right now, I feel like we aren't."