She got no response, except an emote smile to confirm.  Left her with all day to rest, prepare, and relax... once she brushed her teeth and got dressed.  Music, meditation, trideo, simsense, and martial arts occupied her day, the latter requiring her to wash up and re-dress before dinner came back about.  Then it was just a fairly short drive over towards the higher-class O'Hare Subsprawl, where The Landing Strip sat on the border.  A cop bar, perhaps the safest place outside of a corp security room.  Wouldn't be terribly busy that night, but would be busy enough to dissuade the 'rabble' from showing up.  Hell, not even the Ancients would show up and mess with anyone at the bar; they were ballsy but not stupid...