For those unfamiliar with the underbelly of cities or the sort of operations that could be run in the less nice parts of town, the location the car stopped at seemed rather ordinary.
It was a series of car garages attached to what looked like a larger metal warehouse of sorts, and had no signs or labels. At this time of night several cars could be seen parked in the area of it, but none actually in the lot, of course.
Alice's note about the loud noises was quite correct - there was the sound of steel drills, sanders, some music, and at the moment, what even sounded like two men arguing loudly. Isabela recognized at least one of the voices. She was trying to decide if that was a good or bad sign as she unzipped her purse and casually drew out a small pistol and a switchblade. It never hurt to be prepared.
"Right, so... first, we should get out of this car, but you definitely don't want this car to be parked out front of here. You know, just in case this all goes tits up." She still had that same cheerful tone of voice, which might be unsettling for someone like Frodo, given the circumstances.