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Of all the horrible luck Leigh cursed inside her head as she heard someone approach the counter. The flash of a badge laid far from subtly on the counter made it hard for her to contain a growl. Was this idiot trying to get them all killed? If the bomber knew that he'd been made then it was a 50/50 chance on if he'd blow the place up just to destroy the evidence or not.

"I'm afraid we don't serve alcohol here," Leigh said in a pointed, talking to difficult customer voice. "I can't imagine why I'd need to see your ID to make you an Irish Cream flavored coffee." She picked up the wallet, and closed it firmly, leaning towards in such a way that her mouth was hidden behind his back. "Nice job captain obvious, and unless you know someway to get all of these people out of here in a hurry, then..." She trailed off her whisper as she noticed the discrete, but still there bulge of a weapon. "Play along."

That was all the warning she gave him before she shoved him away forcefully eyes going wide. "What the hell are you doing bringing a weapon in here!?" She demanded voice hitting a level of shrill she'd never heard from herself before. "Someone call the cops! I think this guy may be crazy!" She looked around at cell phones being grabbed for, customers on the verge of panic. Good, she'd gotten their attention, now it was all up to cop. Hopefully he knew how to improvise.