"You wish you were out of a job. People didn't stop speeding, robbing, or driving drunk any less after their entire notion of earthly reality got upended, Deputy. I might venture to say they mighta started driving drunk more. Nah, more like...uniformed officers got told pretty quick that your remit doesn't extend to shit from other dimensions. Besides, there's not a ton of my kind running around. City like New York has maybe two hundred of us - y'know, in the capital of the world? We don't have the warm bodies to replace cops. Shit, we don't have the warm bodies to do our job."

That confession comes with a weary sigh. "...But yeah, that's more or less the job. Not all of the dangerous ones are bad-bad, but like...y'know how shady fireworks stands are illegal because there's no certainty you're not gonna blow your hand off if you buy from 'em? A lot of fairy things are bad like that. Some goblin sells you a ribbon, says it'll make your gun shoot straight and true, and it does! So you wrap your rifle in it, go deer hunting, bag a couple bucks, and then you learn the ribbon rips a tooth out for every shot, and now you're down four teeth and you're never gonna see that goblin again. Y'know?"