At Arkham

[det_montoya]

There's a stop she wants to make before heading over to the Bowery. Joseph Books is number two on her interview list. Trevor Denton is at the top. She slams the door on the sedan and pauses in the Gotham heat. Arkham Asylum towers before her, casting a lengthy shadow that engulfs both her and the car.

Hate this place.

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[last_joke_x]

And as he makes his way out of the building, even through the traditional means of the front door, he spots Montoya. A brow raises but more to the fact what he should say to her. Though it couldn't be any worse then their first encounter.

So as he finishes paying off the last of the guards he'll have to worry about, an eat shit grin pops into place as he heads towards Montoya.

[det_montoya]

A look of surprise crosses her face. It lasts all of three seconds. She shakes her head and folds her arms. By the time he reaches her, she's turned away. The side of the car supports her weight as she leans back against it.

"Used the front door," she mutters.

[last_joke_x]

And when he makes it to where Montoya is, he leans against the car as well. He places his index finger up and opens his mouth to speak, then stops. finally he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. Red then offers to Montoya.

"Kinda a hot day."

[det_montoya]

She looks at him for a solid minute. Then her eyes fall to the offered cigarette. It's been a couple hours. All she's had today is a pot of coffee and a piece of toast. Eventually, she takes it from him.

"What'd he have to say?"