Kristen tries to think of some sort of common memory that she wants  to give up...maybe...the feeling of pleasurably stretching out in the morning? She could always make tons more of the feeling of stretching her arms up above her head, making her muscles that mixture of relief and ache and the slender release of tension from her flesh, bit by bit. She says, "Okay...but how do I, uh, give that memory to you, exactly, if it's in my head?"<br/><br/>When the car pulls out from the curb, she starts looking at the strange sprawl of people in the Mad City, and despite herself, she looks for the man with the head of a tack, and she looks, almost a little worried, for Gordon Bennet, knowing that he and Tock are at odds, and wondering if the grimy detective she met on her first moments here will be okay. She knows she should have approached him, but...he could take care of himself. She relaxes against the cool seats of the cab, the pain of her injuries finally settling in and turning her ribcage into a collection of muscles and agony.<br/><br/>When Tock is mentioned, she says, "Why do I get the feeling that Tock doesn't play with anyone? But seeing as he let me go, I'll assume that he was treating me nice." There is a moment where she sighs, wondering how she'll get out of this crazy town, and she says, “And you cabbies must have tons of information. What can you tell me about the Alice Infestation I saw mentioned in the paper, or a girl who wears rabbit ears?”