With a start, Pita realized that this cop had not, in fact, recognized her. She was just a young meta he’d picked out of the detention cell because she was smaller than the others and he thought he could bully her. He didn’t believe she had any magical ability at all and didn’t see her as a threat; he’d just used the cat shaman book as an excuse to bring her to this room. But the thoughts that swirled through his mind as he looked at her now—as she looked through his eyes at herself, cringing with eyes closed and mouth whispering as she sat on the plastifoam chair—made it clear that this wouldn’t help her. He didn’t care which ork he took out his misguided "vengeance" on. He only cared about making her too frightened to tell his fellow cops about it afterward.