"Clearly." She followed the other woman into the lobby, her boots making a quiet clunking sound with every step. The belts wrapped around her ankle jostled as she bounded on the balls of her feet for a moment.
As she mentioned just wanting to get out, Joanie gave an actual, genuine smile. A real one, not one that had come out because she was a bit tipsy and thus prone to smiling. It was true. This place was horrible, and this blonde girl was smart for trying to get out. "I hear you on that," she said, nodding. "This place is one straight jacket away from an insane asylum. If you stay here forever...you go crazy, I guess."
She paused. "I'm Joanie, by the way." She headed towards the door. "And this is New York City. If we start walking, we'll find something "wild" eventually."