Ysabel scrounges around the hotel room before leaving and comes up with a pair of keys on the nearby bureau, and she figures that these might be the hotel room keys.<em>Must have been left here by Fitz...or someone else?</em>, she wonders to herself. She decides to lock up the room only after her recently awoken companion vacates it, and feeling more than a little baffled at doing so, puts the keys she never remembers receiving last night in her pocket, wondering if it's even “legal” for her to have them.<br/><br/>Upon leaving the hotel room, she gets a better look at the parking lot, noting that it's not so different from what she expects. She listens to Fitz's talk of the surrounding areas—apparently this is Four Points Barrio. It's a cluttered street, more urban than she expects for some reason, and it has a decidedly cheap air to it that reminds Ysabel very vaguely of the type of neighborhood she lived in when much younger.<br/><br/>To let Fitz know she gets what he's saying, Ysabel nods and says,<strong>“Got it.”</strong>She's not one for too much frivolous conversation, and she's more anxious by the minute as he describes the lay of the land. Tourists? Hedonists? She knows she's nowhere she recognizes...which means she's far from home. The thought is infuriating. At the announcement the neighborhood isn't secure, she tenses up...although she secretly thinks that a brand new area that's not secure is probably going to drive her foreign friend “Hans” crazier than squirrel shit after an acorn harvest.<br/><br/>Ysabel, out of curiosity, attempts to take a flyer from the Arabic kid if it's free of charge, wondering if she can get a clue about this place from stuff like that. She blinks in surprise when seeing the jitney; they aren't common at all back in the States, so she knows that she probably isn't in the good old US of A any longer. But she gets on with some trepidation, and she mutters,<strong>“This Yakzov better have answers.”</strong>