The ride over was quiet, though not completely unpleasant. But then the weather decided to get in the way. By the time Jenny had made it into the Visitor Center, she was already drenched. Her brown hair leaked in rivulets on the floor, even as she emptied the remaining bounty of her purse on a table nearby for all to share. Mostly candy and nuts, but still better than nothing. Overall, however, she gave more the impression of a drowned rat more than the divine avatar of a city known for excitement and glamour,