"Sure, no problem," The cab driver young as he was, had all the drawl in his voice of Hell's Kitchen.<br/><br/>The streets crawled by until they hit a small hotel tucked between two large buildings on the edge of Manhatten proper. The cabby turned in his seat to offer a card through the little window, brandishing it between two fingers.<br/>"You in Manhatten long? Need a cab, gimme a call, ok?"