Mina accepted the paper without batting an eye. "I'll take a look," she said simply, folding it into three and putting it in the hidden pocket inside of her blazer. "I assume I can contact you over the network with any sorts of questions?"

That was one thing Baedal had going for it. The CiD network. Far more efficient than Chicago's Ghoul Network. And hopefully a bit more private, although Mina wasn't ready to count on that just yet. Somehow, the other shoe always managed to fall, just a soon as she started getting comfortable. Life was funny that way.

Standing up, Mina's mind wandered. She decided she needed to find a pub. Not a dodgy speakeasy or upscale wine bar. No. What she needed as a noisy, crowded room, filled with people who were singing extremely offkey. Perhaps even some dancing. Mina hated dancing, but right now, it might be the ideal tonic to this miserable place with its miserable people.

Somehow, she doubted she'd get directions to one from Integra. "Thank you very much for seeing me. I realize this was...impromptu."