Diana gave him a pinball machine smile. "You are new," she said. "I thought so."

She trotted right up to him, stopping just shy of being intrusive. Her guitar thumped softly against the small of her back in time with her steps.

Where ever Diana went, she made some kind of music or another.

"We don't really have a welcome wagon around here," she said. "But I think I'm the next best thing. Hi. Diana. Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...'" She offered him a well-manicured hand. "I'd say 'welcome to the City' but that's not the right way to say it."