It's a couple minutes past 5 when Wren steps out of the library, old and slightly too big leather jacket on over a layer of flannel to keep out the chill, messenger bag slung over their shoulder. It was one of the good things about being so used to Jason just sometimes deciding to come get them, they habitually packed up for work with the ease of going home on his bike in mind if need be. Not that this wasn't still weird for other reasons, the whole 'being friendly with a cop' thing. They weren't quite sure how to feel about that and decided they would settle on something later. It was hardly a currently dire circumstance. While they looked out for Detective Richard they were ready to take the book out of their bag for a wait.