*Bludhaven*

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The restuarant patrons know something's wrong but, as often happens when small crowds are ill at ease, they do nothing but fidget idly at their tables. The hostess from the front of the restuarant has returned to her station, and the waiters have given Sue Dibny and Jordan McIntyre's table some distance

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[mrs_dibny]

Sue was expecting this. She fairly calm.

"Okay." She makes a face as she retrieves it. "But before you yank me out of here, I need to go to the ladies room." She looks pointedly at Perkins. "Unless your water powers can do wonders for the pregnant lady's bladder," she adds with dripping sarcasm.

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*Perkins looks bemused.*

You think I'm some kind of idiot?

Hand over the communicator, and I'll send you in with a guard.

[mrs_dibny]

"Really? Smooth." She retorts and looks at the men flanking him as she gets up and hands over her communicator. "Are you trying to be obvious or are those really showgirls?"

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*Perkins seems stunned by the question. His face looks puzzled. Sue's met him before -- he's usually sharp, expressive.*

Just ... just move, and then we'll leave.

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The drive goes in silence for a few minutes, as the car moves through the Bludhaven streets toward the freeway on ramp. At the on-ramp, as the car picks up speed, Perkins tosses the communictor out the window.

"That'll keep them from using it to track us," he says. "I don't know if they can track it when it' off, but I'll just feel safer if it's gone."