She paced for a moment, breaking her eye contact with the detective and growled near inaudibly. A sliver of smoke passed her lips (which she swiftly waved away, perhaps making it seem like nothing at all). After another long, contemplative silence, she finally broke.<br/><br/>"Alright." She turned back to him. "I<em>can't</em>name names until I understand what's going on. But I do want to help." She knew her<em>wanting</em>to help wouldn't<em>actually</em>help him one bit. "I need to get up there before sunrise. If not, and either way, we'll need to talk again," Now she paused, digging in her bag for another card. This time she also produced a pen to jot down her number beside her email address. "So call me tomorrow. Early, whenever. Or earlier if you can let me up there." She held out the card between a pair of carefully manicured red nails.