"Do I ever," Tricia replies with a wry twist of her lips. She doesn't know this young man; he wasn't here when she first frequented the Fury, a few years ago. But she caught him on stage earlier and he is definitely something. John wouldn't hire anyone, after all.
What's most impressive, though, is that he seems to have hit the head on the nail as far as her own state of mind is concerned. Talking to James the previous night had yielded nothing, and today's findings had been just as meager. Nobody in the force had been of any help. She'd actually taken the time to change into a suit before heading over here, however, and she felt much more at ease in the pinstripes than she had in her flapper's dress the previous evening.