[ Allison takes in a deep breath and sighs, trying uselessly to do the math in her head. There had to be a ton of that model being driven around the city right then. ] No idea. Probably a lot. We passed a few just on the way here.

[ Once they reach the front of the line, Allison smiles that warm, professional smile at the woman behind the counter. The expression she's rehearsed to keep things friendly when she and Stiles are at the mercy of other professionals. It doesn't seem to affect the clerk. She's an icy one and Allison can't really say she blames the woman. She's probably spent several hours behind that desk, working away for pennies. Such is life. Allison decides to kick it up a notch.]

It's a pretty big investigation and your help would really push things along. Might even be just what we need to solve it. What do you say? Feel like being a hero tonight?

[ It feels wrong to lay it on so thick and when the woman rolls her eyes Allison is sure it didn't work, but then the woman nods and Allison is sure she can see the ghost of a smile on her face. They've scored a little bit of help after all. ]