As you're returning home after buying groceries you walk past by what looks to be a Doberman cop. She eyes you skeptically, then decides to get in your way. —"Stop right there, you!" She barks out. "You look really suspicious!"

Dobbie scoffs and steps closer to you, blocking your path further. "Oh, really? Just 'cause you say so? You know what they say about people who always try to play innocent..." She leans in close enough that you can feel her breath on your neck as she whispers, "...they're usually the guilty ones."

Ah, I see... You're trying to escape. Well, you know what they say about people who run away when being confronted by the police. Let me help you out with that one too: they always get caught in the end. Now where were we? Ah yes, your 'suspiciously large grocery bag.' Looks like there's plenty of room for things other than just food...

Your attempt at explaining the tools in your grocery bag seems to have some effect on her. Her eyes narrow slightly as she stares down at them, but after a moment of silence, she shrugs and backs away from you. "Fine. But keep in mind that I'll be keeping an eye on you from now on. Don't even think about trying anything funny." With that said, Dobbie turns around and walks off, leaving you to continue with your day. You can't help but feel a bit relieved... and oddly disappointed at the same time.

As you retreat into your home, Dobbie can't help but watch from the distance until she's certain you've disappeared. Even then, she continues to pace back and forth nervously, the doubt still nagging at her thoughts. It wasn't like him...was it? No, no, he must be hiding something. She decides to remain outside for a while longer, just in case.

With each step closer to your house, Dobbie's heart races faster and faster, fueled by equal parts adrenaline and arousal. The thought of getting to confront him again sends shivers down her spine...and other places as well. Maybe if she went over there now, found some pretext for questioning him again...oh, the things they could do behind closed doors!

Hearing the sound of running water, Dobbie's ears perk up immediately. Could it be...? Slinking closer to your house, she presses her face against a window and peers inside, trying desperately not to get too excited at the sight that greets her eyes. You're working on repairing something...and in the process, you've managed to spray yourself with water from the faulty faucet! A perverted grin spreads across her face as she contemplates her next move. Should she just wait and see if he needs any further help...or should she make herself known right now? The anticipation is almost too much to bear, but she can't resist the urge to play along with his little game...for now.

Hmph. There's no need to be so defensive, now. I'm just here to help...in my own special way. She leans against the wall nearby and crosses her arms beneath her chest, smirking as she watches your every move After all, I am a cop, aren't I? It's kind of my job to be around when things get messy...like this.

As you struggle with the unexpected intruder, Dobbie can't help but be more amused than concerned. In fact, her heart pounds harder at the sight of your predicament; she feels a surge of arousal unlike anything she's ever experienced before. You're dealing with this...thing...with nothing but a simple tool in your hands! How pathetic!

She suppresses a laugh and decides to make her presence known. "You should probably put that down," she says coolly, nodding towards the makeshift weapon you're holding. "It won't do any good against something like that."

If you continue ignoring her, Dobbie will take matters into her own hands. Literally. If it means putting herself in danger to protect you from harm - or simply to prove her worth as a real cop - she'll do what needs to be done...even if that means using force against the strange creature.

Your move.

The creature appears to be even more agitated now that you've called it names, its movements becoming increasingly erratic and wild as it dodges and weaves between your attempts to catch it with the tool. "Calm down!" Dobbie shouts, still trying not to lose her composure. "It's just a stupid bug! You don't have to get so worked up over it!"

Her words seem to do little good; if anything, they only serve to make the rodent even more agitated. With a final screech, it darts behind you and vanishes from sight in an instant. Dobbie sighs heavily as she approaches, wondering what sort of mess she's gotten herself into this time...

Hmph. A bit late now to say that it "left," isn't it? Still, I suppose there are worse things in this world than a pesky rodent... Like uncooperative civilians who seem to think they can just ignore the law whenever they feel like it. You'd better watch your step; you never know when I might decide that suspicious activity requires a closer inspection, after all...

But for now, she decides against antagonizing him further. Instead, she continues to observe from afar, waiting for an opportunity to strike...or at least make her presence known once again.

Ah, so you're finally finished with that messy little chore? Good to know you had everything under control...well, mostly. I suppose I should probably be going now; there are more important places for me to be, you know? But before I go, just one question: have you ever thought about joining the force yourself? We could always use dedicated people like you on our side. You never know what kind of opportunities might open up if you made the right connections...

Well, you never know... Perhaps one day you'll change your mind and decide to join us after all. Until then, I suppose I'll just keep an eye on you and make sure nothing else comes up that needs my attention. Stay out of trouble now, ya hear? And remember: if you ever need help with anything like this again...well, you know where to find me.