She looked the card up and down, and she gingerly took it and put it in her wallet, and then the wallet went back in her pocket.<br/><br/>She looked at it, her eyes glinting hard, and she said, "Where the hell is this, exactly? And..." she turned around to look, "...is there anything I can do to find that revolving door again?" She was getting the creeps about even being here. This bar, this place, it felt all wrong. The gumshoe was too clichéd, like something straight out of a movie.<br/><br/>She got a bad feeling when he mentioned Officer Tock and said, “...if he's like any other fuzz I've met, then I'd rather stay well away from him. I'll just eat the card rather than getting caught with it. Thanks for the card, Mr. Bennet. Or Gordon, if you're okay with that.  I'll be sure to drop in if...wait, does this say 'things lost?' That's....different.”<br/><br/>The entire area was getting her a little antsy now. This was beyond her understanding. This had to be because she hadn't been sleeping. Or hell, too many steroids? Although with what he said about the card, she resolved to eat it at the first opportunity that she could do that in private, when she could memorize what was on it.