Until a more direct use for her unique skillset can be found, the most effective thing that can be done with Ingrid is simply to remind people that she exists. She has been put on regular patrols, usually sent out alone with instructions to call for backup should she need it. This has yet to happen. She is no longer particularly suited to most indoor duties, at least not ones where the front wall of the building needs to remain intact; thankfully, her presence is all the deterrent anyone needs. The heavy thuds of her footfalls during a leisurely jog through the streets can be felt for nearly a block, which she has gleefully taken into account when planning her beat.

While it is certainly preferable to spending her days cooped up in the station, the fact that she does not have any problems tough enough to stand up to her has been weighing on Ingrid's mind. She is happy to serve, to maintain order and to bring justice with her own fists, though in some ways it would be simpler to have a more traditionally-sized officer just drive a tank up and down the streets for all the good she's doing. She will admit that at least she cuts a more pleasant and inspirational figure than a mere piece of hardware; this way she is someone for the community to look up to, in both the figurative and extremely literal sense.

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Art:  Kraken (original)