Alice shrugged and put it on, zipping it up slightly so the fox couldn't jump out easily. Now came the part she was not as good at. Finding the right people to talk to. The talking part was fine, but if she was saying things to the wrong person it could get her in a large amount of trouble. Perhaps she could find another Johnson, or even something smaller.<br/><br/>"Mid-day bar hopping it is Ubon." She commented, locking up again and beginning to walk down the hall. Then something occurred to her.<br/><br/>"Wait. The door was locked when I entered. I found the auto picker in the bag. If it was in the bag how did they expect to get back in?" She unlocked her door and stepped back inside. "What the hell? Why would someone do this? Did they lock themselves out and then...no, none of that makes any sense. None of<em>this</em>makes any sense. Screw it." Alice left the apartment once again, locking it, and made her way down to her car muttering under her breath.<br/><br/>Setting the fox in the passenger seat, still in the bag, she decided to go bar hopping to see if she could stir up some work. Pistol in holster, and lined jacket on, she was ready to work.