"Of Arc?" Antigone said, asking a question that didn't need answering, because there was only one Joan from Chicago. She was struck with the thought that perhaps she should hug her, but didn't know how to start, so did the next best thing and gave her a pleased, surprised (and faintly confused, by the way of the world) smile. "C'mon," she said, starting to move. "Let's get out of here."