"Thank you." She runs her thumb over the familiar pattern on one side, and then flips it over to see the inscription on the back: Robert Danzig. She smiles softly to herself at the sight of it; the emotions that go with the token are slower to return to her than the actual memory of it, but they do come, after a moment.

Her fingers tighten around the cord, and she glances back up at up at the man who'd handed it to her. "I think this is for me. Unless the friend who gave it to me is here, and I think he would have let me know by now if he were."