Emma's head tilted a little and she patted the pocket of her jean jacket. Lo and behold, there was a key and keycard to match his. "Huh." She turned the card over, inspecting it thoroughly. "Alright. There's an address on this. Assuming the streets are gridded, which I suppose we should for the moment, we should be able to find our way."

She offered him a curious look. "While we walk you can tell me what's wrong with you. I shared my secret, fair is fair."