Oh, she's very handcuffed. And very loud. Zephyr shoots a quick glance her way, but he can't exactly go straight for her to figure out what's going on here, since there's a Sentry officer involved here.

Zephyr runs a hand back through his hair and sighs, resigned to his fate. "Yeah, I know her," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets with a casual slouch which is more or less designed to appear non-threatening. "Pretty harmless, honestly. What's the story here?"