I ain't sharing my booze stash with brats, so they get milk and cookies.

[Ango's cheery expression turns suspicious as he adjusts his sunglasses to inspect the unfamiliar face. He vaguely remembers seeing a DU-wide email about a visiting Dreamer from the European office who was installing some kind of light fixture by the main entrance, but since Ango usually skulks in through the back door so nobody notices him showing up two hours late to work, he hasn't yet crossed paths with the new guy.]

So who are you? Are you a cop, or just a narc?