On the hurried rush to get to Shari and the train station, Ainsley had formed something of a plan to deal with the authorities. He didn't have a snazzy X-Men suit, just a stolen business card from the administrative desk and a rather official looking ride.
While the driver headed to their destination as fast as he was legally allowed to, Ainsley used hair ties to pull back all his
dreads into a bun and threw off his hoodie on the bench seat, revealing the dress shirt underneath. Tucking it quickly into his pants and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows to cover up some of their crumpled nature, he dug through his bag for a pair of
sunglasses he once stole, as well as a clip on tie he kept in there for when he sold art on the street and wanted to look fancy.
Hopefully they bought his worn around the edges skinny jeans he refused to throw out and his
chucks as some sort of personal style choice.
He slipped the business card he swiped off the administrative desk as he walked out to the van in his breast pocket, and opened another pouch on his backpack to take out a toothpick, placing it in his cheek between his teeth to chew on.
His cellphone in his jeans pocket and ready to flash his 'credentials', Ainsley practically glided out of the van towards the officers in question, arriving just in the nick of time.
That is to say, before Animal Control shows up with tranq darts.