Five minutes later.
A woman with thick, black sludge smeared on her face walked into the office.
The assistant chief frowned; she had seen Larina Cage before, but with that mask on, she really couldn't recognize her.
"Can you take that stuff off your face?"
"No, I've only applied it for ten minutes, it hasn't been fully absorbed yet."
"What are you trying to absorb? Why would you smear something so stinking on your face—I just can't understand you women."
"This is a pure natural volcanic mud mask, it helps with acne and anti-aging, and it's very expensive.
If it weren't for all the recent mess, I wouldn't bear to use it. Why has the LAPD chased me down to the beauty salon anyway?
Didn't I already make things clear?"
"Please, have a seat, I'll explain."
The assistant chief leaned back, trying to keep some distance from her; he really couldn't stand that smell. They actually put smelly mud on their faces—what talent.
