Papers, Please

Things were sorted, and Gwen seemed happy as a clam. Her documentation was being handled, someone from SUPER was leaning on someone to expedite the process, and most importantly, it had been a simple, speedy process.

Amelia handled the address information, so she could inform appropriate parties, had passed back the papers Gwen would need, and kept any she needed to keep.

Amelia smiled when thanked, and said the politest of replies. The address for the post office, she passed on to Gwen. She wrote it on a yellow adhesive sticky note, and stuck it down in front of the young woman who was technically older than her grandma.

When asked about the DMV, she explained it. "DMV stands for department of motor vehicles," Amelia said. "They handle automobile-related stuff, and the little cards people use for identification (and to prove they're legally allowed to drive motor cars)."

It made sense that Gwen may not have heard of the place. She had no idea when it had come into being, but probably not until America had been paved over and everyone had started owning a family car. It was one of the many things Gwen would find herself wondering about.

Papers handed back, address given, and Amelia's business card handed out (she'd had one made by SUPER staff since most cops likely wouldn't have had such things, just as they lacked style), Amelia wrapped everything up.

"Good luck learning our ways," she teased, with a smile. "We may be strange in the modern age, but don't judge. We aren't as insane as we look. Good day, miss White."

((OOC lost this thread, figured I would find it and finish it neatly for you so it was done!))