Try as she might to suppress it, a shiver runs down Trish's spine as the emails start flooding in, and that queasiness just grows deeper in the pit of her stomach. First, because now they- and her, by proxy- know everything there is to know about Taggart and his pub... and second, because she'd actually jumped into this hornet's nest in the first place.<br/><br/>"Like I said, I haven't really got much choice in the matter. It's your game right now." She pockets the woman's amulet and looks out the window, resisting the urge to bite down on the tip of her thumb in frustration. "But I'd imagine that a runner showing up in a car is going to raise some questions. And to be quite honest, I'm not sure how comfortable I am climbing into a car next to a person who has spent the morning threatening horrible things to my mind and my labia... Not a pleasant mix. So, if it's quite alright with you," she mimic's the woman's accent faintly at that, "I'll run there, you follow behind. I don't doubt that your missus would relish tracking me, so it's not like you're liable to lose me."