Otter grabbed her own wallet, which was by the rest of her stuff on her work desk. It was, of course, mostly empty. Only suckers kept important things in obvious places. But for that reason it did have the driver's license that she'd been issued. She had no use for it, really...it was identifying an iteration of a person that didn't exist anymore.
But it was all she had for the moment, to get this guy off her back. She didn't hand it over immediately, hoping that whatever Cyril was doing would distract Jenks enough to make him forget to check her ID specifically.
Words in her head. Aliens in the bathroom. Cops slavering like little lost puppies.
Yeah, Cyril was going to have some 'splainin' to do in a bit.