"Not directly. We're going to be looking for an associate of his, called Snake. If anyone knows where Blacklight has gone, it'll be him."<br/><br/>While speaking, he absently lifts off by a few inches, hovering in the air and moving toward the edge of the roof. He points south, toward the docks. "There's a dive bar on 9th and Grant that he hangs out in, called the Mongoose Lounge." He pulls a photo out of a hidden pocket of his cape and hands it over. It shows a skinny man with snake-like skin and no hair, his color a dark green. "He should be easy enough to spot, and apparently he's an early drinker."<br/><br/>He looks Carissa over again, more thoughtfully this time. "If he's already inside, you ought to be able to lure him out, and then we can play good-cop, bad-cop. Which would you rather be?"