[In Person: Louis & Peggy]
[INT. SAFEHOUSE APARTMENT -- EVENING.
Thai restaurant below makes this safehouse particularly fragrant. Exterior windows lit by the blue neon sign at street level below the frames. Refrigerator hum is loud, but wall insulation is thick, and restaurant murmur very muted.
An arm, still boasting the shiny Witchblade, is knocking on the Louis' makeshift bedroom door. Polite. Tap tap.]