James slipped out the door after collecting that crowbar and giving Shane a brief smile. She closed door six-oh-one behind her and headed down the hallway with a new energy. The stairs were a wise choice, but she didn't stop at the fifth floor. The lobby led her into the dark crush of night, and James braved the unbearable cold for a block before snagging a taxi. Just a lady and her crowbar on a late night ride. Now, for girls in glasses? Or lasagna?