Trish nods and sighs, looking again at the unconscious bartender in the back seat of the car. This really does feel strange, driving her unconscious contact off to an interrogation... but then again, this whole day has been nothing but strange.<br/><br/>"Fine. Lead the way, and then I get to go home and try and end my day in some form of peace, right?"<br/><br/>She hates that she can hear plaintiveness in her voice, but at this point she wants nothing more than to put her head down on a pillow and sleep off what has, overall, been a fairly shitty day. And no matter what the woman's answer is, she starts to open the door, ready to fire up the ignition...