
As you sit quietly in your chair, letting the morning seep into you, you
consider your potential actions. The midsummer heat is rather stifling, and makes it hard to think, but you let yourself sweat for the time being, as you're not going to let mere homeostatic functions drive you from your comfortable station. After all, you weren't born into nobility, amongst whom any suggestion of natural bodily processes is cause for shame. You've always had a rather cynical attitude about that, but then, what escapes your cynical regard? A policeman can hold no illusions about the nature of his fellow man.
You have a few options. You could
remain here, unproductively lounging in the comfort and safety of your office. This seems like the most agreeable option, at least in the short term. However, if
Katherine LaGrande sees you doing this for too long, it could definitely look bad. You are, after all, a star police detective amidst the greatest spree of civil disorder in the history of the city of London; there must be something for you to do. Certainly, you ought to stay for long enough to finish your tea, review all the recent case files, and perhaps reorganize your file drawers... lethargy pulls at you, commands you to inaction. It's highly tempting not to resist.
You could also
pursue one of the cases currently on your desk. This would arguably be the most sensible option, given that it is the duty given by your job description. It would also make the half an hour you spent reviewing the files seem not to have been wasted in the eyes of Miss LaGrande. Furthermore, it's been a while since you wore a
timestone, and a number of these cases seem to justify requisitioning one from the department. If for no other reason than the thrill wearing one brings, along with the relief from the relentless midsummer sun beating down on the humid air at the street level of London town, this might be the best option to take. Then again, indulging yourself with an hour logged on the timestone isn't strictly serving the greater good. It would be better then, you think, to put the consideration of the heat aside. You might even catch a chill if you don't bundle up before your beat, and the five minutes bundled up while you secure your timestone would be hell.
Thinking back to your actual job description, you recall that you could, in fact,
act as a senior officer on one of the rookies' investigations or even their beats. As long as you dress as seasonably as the uniform allows, and stay in the shade as only a supervising officer can, you might just be able to resist the sweltering heat.