"A little piece of Chicago, right here in Baedal." Jones smiles, though there's something distant in her expression. Homesick, maybe. "I like it."

She yawns. "Well, I'm not nocturnal, despite lots of evidence to the contrary, and I should probably get some sleep for tomorrow, because I'm going to be busy at the library. And I'm sure you've got better things to do with your night than listen to me natter about building plans, so tomorrow night it is for checking out the site?"