Sam smirked when he said Roswell, ”green skin and from Roswell? I’m sure you got some interesting stories to tell.” Sam offered his hand to October to shake it a sign he was thanking the man for sticking around. Even if it was an obvious inconvenience, ”Originally Colorado somewhere.” Sam shrugged slightly he didn’t remember much before T.A.T.M.A.H. but he didn’t feel like sharing too much information with the guy.

”I’m staying at the Xavier school though.” Sam fished in his pockets for a card or something then checked his wallet and offered a card that revealed his full name, address, phone number and his many job titles. Some sounded more serious than they were.

A pair of flashing lights could be seen accompanied by the honking and sirens. Clearly the police on duty were in a hurry to get there today. Sam could almost see some people jump off the side walk to avoid them once they got out of their car. It was a rookie who had his hand on his gun still in its holster and a senior officer who casually strolled up. “Hey Sam.” Said the senior officer. ”Chuck. See they got you a rookie.” Sam nodded to the new guy and then said, ”Get you hand off the gun. No reason for it. The guy is pinned in the ice, read the rights and cuff’em.”

Sam then walked closer to Chuck and then handed him the gun he found on the pick pocket. ”Found this on him, and some wallets.” Sam handed over the wallets as well. ”Even got me a witness.” Sam pointed to October. Chuck smiled put the wallets and gun into separate bags then looked to October, “Can you tell us what happened here?”

>> ”green skin and from Roswell? I’m sure you got some interesting stories to tell.”

Elliott shook the ice cop's hand when he offered it, replying to the man's smirk with a wry smile of his own. Nothing you'll hear, he thought to himself.

The guy answered him with a shrug. Colorado. He filed that away for the future, in case it somehow became relevant, and moved on. Xavier's school, however, seemed more relevant. He took the card and looked it over. School for Gifted Youngsters, it advertised. He wondered idly what that was. That thought died on his lips as the police finally arrived. Elliott watched them carefully, affecting a look of only minor interest. It wasn't every day one was a witness to a crime, after all! He had to play the part of someone who didn't witness a crime every day! Acting, they call it. He acted. His eyes moved from officer to officer as introductions and directions were given and made.

One of the cops looked inexperienced. In his experience, that made them even more dangerous. Case in point, hands on gun. Trigger happy. Replace that gun with a doughnut and you'd get the measure between rookie and pro.

The green man just stood there quietly while cops were cops. He chimed in when he was needed. "I was walking, making my way for a pizza joint, when someone shouted something like 'Stop, thief!' Then, that man," he nodded towards the mugger on ice. "Barreled into me. "

"At the time, I thought I'd felt him reaching into my pocket. I made the assumption that he'd stolen my wallet, too. Because, really, how many people run away when someone yells 'Stop, thief' other than criminals? So... I shouted it, too. Officer Sam here caught the guy, and helped me out." He said, repeating the name he'd heard one of the police men refer to Ice Cop by. "So I stuck around to answer a few questions. I don't want to press charges. He has enough trouble, him carrying that gun like that."

He looked from cop to cop. "Do you have any more questions?"