Ysabel can easily verify that her wallet is here, but not her passport...or driver's license...or credit cards.  She still has cash, at least.<br/><br/>The man outside doesn't leave just yet.<br/><br/>"Izzy?  C'mon, Izzy, just open the door, willya?  I brought the beer."<br/><br/>Peering through the little security hole in the door (the keyhole isn't the sort she can look through) Izzy sees...well, he not only sounds like a young Steve Buscemi, he looks like him.  Black pants.  White shirt.  Narrow black tie.  Bright pink sport jacket.  And sunglasses.  He's holding a six-pack of bottles in one hand.  Beyond him, it looks brightly sunny and paved, but run down.  So there's a parking lot or something out there.