Zˆe grabbed by the rozzers

Waiting for arrivals at Geneva airport is generally a very monotonous event. There is only so much you can read at the newsagent; so much you can drink at the cafÈ. So to inject some excitement there's nothing like getting your collar felt by the local fuzz. Trying on some nice metal bracelets and having your particulars taken down.
Luckily using her feminine wiles and her minbus she gave them the slip and made it over the border to the (relative) safety of French soil. If you see this person, approach with caution. If cornered she has been known to turn nasty.
As a master of disguise she has changed her appearance since this photo was taken.