With a shrug, Anne didn't really give a vocal answer. Plenty of people impersonated cops, and rarely did it ever work out for them in the long run. But still, she was giving the benefit of the doubt to these two. That city name was obviously something from some sort of media, she thought. It was bugging her a bit, not being able to place the name, but maybe it was just something extremely obscure from the last century. Plenty of people were still into that sort of stuff, after all. When Velma asked to be taken to a hotel, Anne nodded. "Sure thing, back's unlocked. Oh, but mind our friend. He's sleeping back there." She pointed towards the back seat, and while the unlit cabin made it hard to see clearly, there was a vague outline of a shape barely detectable.<br/><br/>Anne took her seat in the passenger side again, while Jack helped Lance with the box of...whatever it was. It looked like a badly tossed together middle school science project. He'd made better looking and more functional gadgets back when he was a kid. It didn't matter, really, so he just shut the trunk once it was nudged in safely. "Alright, let's get outta here. You folks got any preferences?" He knew a few good hotels, but knew many more bad ones. Jack wasn't entirely sure of the strangers' budget for the night, and while he hardly wanted to dump them off into a seedy place, leaving them at the doorstep of a luxury resort would really just be a big 'fuck you' if they lacked the funding. After fixing his sleeve so it was back down to just below his mechanical arm's elbow, Jack got into the car and buckled himself in, turning off the vehicle's warning lights. They dulled themselves and retracted, returning the car to its unassuming state. After that, he turned the radio on, turning a couple knobs (an exceptionally antiquated control these days, but one he enjoyed the rustic feel of) to adjust the volume to a reasonable degree. The song that began to play was almost comparable to elevator music, remixed with other tunes and very robotic-sounding vocals to make an overall interesting, if very surreal experience.<br/><br/>"You're still listening to this stuff?" Anne asked, tugging her seatbelt on while she spoke. "Nobody listens to this anymore. Hell, I don't think there's even been a new song in that genre since, what, 2130?"<br/><br/>Jack just smiled and shrugged. "Hey, don't judge. I like it. Sounds neat."<br/><br/>With a purse-lipped smile, Anne leaned back and rested on the door's armrest. "Uh-huh. Hipster."