About as long as it would take for, say, an enterprising superhero girl to run across the road, snatch up a few items from the charity bin, and pull them on.
In the main office, the door creaks open, and someone who is obviously Very Old and Very Tired makes their creaky way across the floor. There's the voice of the grumpy sergeant, Jack:
"What can I do f--"
There's a pause.
Then a Very Old and Very Tired Voice says, Oldly and Tiredly, "Good evening, youngster. My name's Mrs, ah, Mrs Chu. I'm here for my son. Ah."
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About as long as it would take for, say, an enterprising superhero girl to run across the road, snatch up a few items from the charity bin, and pull them on.
In the main office, the door creaks open, and someone who is obviously Very Old and Very Tired makes their creaky way across the floor. There's the voice of the grumpy sergeant, Jack:
"What can I do f--"
There's a pause.
Then a Very Old and Very Tired Voice says, Oldly and Tiredly, "Good evening, youngster. My name's Mrs, ah, Mrs Chu. I'm here for my son. Ah."
Dead silence continues for several seconds more.