"That glare blinds you? Really?!" Neo chuckled. While it was not obvious to his companion, he had long ago started to notice that there was something peculiar about the woman. The way she dressed was neither for fashion nor comfort at all, especially in the Southern parts of the United States. Her complexion was that of a long dead person and he, being a seasoned murderer, could attest to that. Her eyes were covered with some kind of dark make-up and it suspiciously doesn't just seem to root in identifying as a certain subculture. Furthermore, she had definite bloodstains on her clothes. And now that she said that the glare from the sun's reflection on the white pages of the phone book blinded her, she looked more questionable to him as a human person.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he took the book from her when she handed it over and looked for Martha Bourque's house. Indeed, he saw 1324 North Rouge Court on it, so he started his walk to that specified address.<br/><br/>While walking, Neo spoke out to her. "So yeah, since we gonna do shit togetha' an'way, you shoul' tell me yo' name. Like, ya' kno', I'm actually just got told by mah boss to fetch the member list for the cult club and yo' gotta der first, yanno wha' I'm saying? I mean, ya' must be the gumshoe of this one-horse town, ain't ya? You da one who came here first. And ya' kno' how thangs are actually doing. So, wha's yo' name, then?"