Katherine had already picked out a hiding spot, some shadowed alcove where somebody could skulk and not be spotted - at least, if they knew how to work with the shadows and the city till they were one.
As she settled into the secret little compartment, the cop took out her camera and clicked a picture of the ship's name and waited for the car to arrive. If she could get even more proof, then she could send the bastard down a couple more years - or better yet, exchange it for some way to strike back at the bastard mayor who ruled this city.
Rolling stealth, 1d20+15. (1d20+15)