He's impressed with himself - his hands don't shake (much) when he pulls his key ring out and slides the spare one off the rest of them. He knows he should be keeping it somewhere useful, but the idea of leaving it under a rug here strikes him as particularly bad. He holds it between his teeth, and then undoes his left earring - a bright pink stud shaped like a die - and attaches it to the little silver ring, so she can see it in the water.

"It's the building on the corner of Amber Lantern and Crest Harbor, against the river. Third floor, number eight."

His CiD gets to rest on the edge of the bench for a moment, and he chucks it out there, into the water. When he picks it up again, his expression is calm. "We'll figure it out. I'm not going to bail on it."