These catch all compliments were getting so good Bobbi couldn't let them go unreturned. What girl didn't like to hear she was a 'valuable asset'? That was totally flippable real estate. Being priceless was so pretentious and overrated. "And you are an excellent conversationalist, Agent Phil," she appreciated while he busied himself with what was apparently directions back to the same place he went every day. Bobbi hoped it was the same place. If her office had been blown up or crashed into or set on fire again while she was gone, she was going to stop decorating, and maybe suggest to the big brains in charge of these important decisions to stop advertising their location so proudly. Anyone could see the value and coolness factor of secret entrances, couldn't they? She turned to put her hands on the door and get a good look out the window, tilting her head hawkishly to the side to try to see the tops of the buildings, feeling pretty confident that the area was familiar. Then again, most of New York looked like a lot of the same to Bobbi.