[Lindianne isn't too hard to find. For once, she isn't glued to AFO Neptune's hip. She's taken up a spot in the intel wing listening to the radio over a pair of reclaimed headphones that have clearly seen better days. It takes a while for her to look up in Benitez's directions. Rhodes is nearby, giving her the mother of all stink-eyes. She turns a dial, presses the headset tighter against her head, then nods in approval to the radio tech sitting at her side.]
Sounds good. Keep me posted if you get any more interference on this frequency.
[Something- movement, most likely- finally draws her attention towards Benitez. She cocks her head to one side, then hangs the headset around her neck. The ISAC beacon on her wrist glows the same orange as always. The radio chatter continues unabated.]
Captain? [A pause.] There something you need? You've got that look in your eye.
[She may not have been NYPD, but Lindianne's got the sharp eyes of a sniper and the second sense of a first-responder. She knows when something's wrong.]
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Sounds good. Keep me posted if you get any more interference on this frequency.
[Something- movement, most likely- finally draws her attention towards Benitez. She cocks her head to one side, then hangs the headset around her neck. The ISAC beacon on her wrist glows the same orange as always. The radio chatter continues unabated.]
Captain? [A pause.] There something you need? You've got that look in your eye.
[She may not have been NYPD, but Lindianne's got the sharp eyes of a sniper and the second sense of a first-responder. She knows when something's wrong.]