Once she felt a hinge wallet in hand, she shut her purse with a bit of flush in her cheeks. She wasn't by any means prudish, but none of that was hers, and feeling as out of place as she was, well. First things first.
She looked over the ID, frowning. "I don't recognize the address at all," Harry glanced at the card, before shrugging himself. "We can go check it out, later maybe. For now you can crash with us." Until they were sure this wasn't some kind of trap, that went without saying. Justine nodded a bit.
As they stepped out of the elevator, she shut the purse and slipped it back in her bag. She was tired, too tired to worry about much of anything. Thomas was there, Harry was there, they had a guard dog. She was safe, that was all she cared about. With a content little sigh, she drifted closer to Thomas and wrapped her arms around one of his own, all but hanging off of him as they moved.