She tilts her head to the side. The expression on her face, not so much complex, pretty much amounts to 'Riiiiight.'

But she's good at gists. "Sounds kind of like L.A.," she says, putting the pieces together. Druggies, sellers and buyers, good food if you knew where to look and especially if they were a client.

"So where does super paranoid Party Boy come in?" she asks, and it's only poking fun at him a little. So far, it doesn't sound too bad. "I mean the one who has to forage for food in the woods at night to eat."