Rahel grinned broadly. "Racquetball? Is that like squash? I used to play. Haven't, not in ages. I didn't know there were courts around here." She really had to make time to see - actually see - Seattle and get her bearings. She couldn't keep living like an alien.
"I'd love his number. Although I should probably write him an email first, so I don't disturb him at home with strange questions. His wife might not appreciate him getting calls from unknown women."
She tried to still her hair with her hand, annoyed at the wind. Annoyed at herself. It was unprofessional. "My cousin works for the Adjustment Center." He hadn't asked so much as hinted to the question and she offered the information willingly. She saw no reason not to. He gave a good vibe and for all the science she believed in, some mystique still clung to her from being raised in the faith. "I'll have to ask her... although to my credit, I have to say I did hear about Pennington. It looks like a bank from the outside.... So I'm not entirely clueless."