Roman: Detective Ross.

"Your height gives you away." Det Ross says while he gently approaches Roman on the top of an old building.
"Your scent of cigarettes give you away as well." Roman bites back. Ross sits next to her, his gun catches a glint of light and flashes like a spark.
He yawns tiredly.
"Im surprised you aren't tearing up the city." Ross says. He feels almost a bit of a fatherly concern for Roman.
"Im just..."
"Tired?"
".... Yeah, but this city--"
"Stop talking about this damn crooked city. You can't fix this hell hole! Go and be a kid..."