Life is a pair of headphones on her head, pounding music into her ears- the police department is busy from the morning, and Shikaru goes through the normal routine of meet and greet on her way to her office. Murder rates are high in this city and she's always busy- it was a gift from god in a way, she supposed, except she doubted God would reap so many souls.
The reapers had her thanks.
She loved to study human bodies. They were all so interesting, the balance, the meticulous tiny fragments that came together to form the big picture- the calculations and mathematics of the body were so precise. A little screw up threw the whole body out of balance but it adapted so quickly- everybody was different, it was unique. She marveled at it.
People are used to her headphones in the office and knew not to touch them- especially when she was performing an autopsy. It was the one absolute that was there. She has manners, of course, but her friends are not surprised when she doesn't bother to take her headphones off in a conversation.
She's more of an introvert, anyway.
But it's too early in the morning for a body and so she sits at her desk doing paper work- Someone taps her on the shoulder and she quirks an eyebrow. It was one of her friends, he had front desk duty, she wasn't sure why he came back here. For a file, apparently. He asks where it is and Shikaru points it out- he thanks her then groans.
"I have to go photocopy this monster. Can you take over the front?"
And so that's how she finds herself on the front desk, labcoat and all, trying to do her paper work- He owed her, she had to take off her headphones for this, god damn it. She sees someone enter and look around for assistance-
"Hello, may I help you?"
Shikaru asked, pleasantly as she could. Might as well do her job.