Lucie shook her head, keeping pace with Rose. "I look like I can afford to stay in Manhattan? Queen's." Neither was actually true; she'd found herself moving, without really noticing, into the Bronx, and had shifted her base of operations there for the next couple of nights, just a few blocks down from where she'd once lived. If she thought about that, though, she started to feel sick, so she was trying not to think about it.
When the cab drew up, she stepped back a little, hands in the pockets of her jacket, to let Rose in first. She hadn't taken a cab for years - when she couldn't ride the Mongrel, she walked, which was slow but cheap and less easily-tracked - so that, too, was rife with more memories than most people could have guessed.
Her instinct was to stay quiet and taciturn, but she was aware of the need to pretend that she was at ease with Rose, curious about her goings-on. Once they were in the cab, and underway, she offered "So, how long's the show been on? Looked good. Wish I could've got a ticket."