Profit? Well I was thinking I was going to see if I could find a cab to get me the heck away from Crazy Town.
Veronica arched an eyebrow and looked over her shoulder at the asylum. When she turned back to Eddie, she made the face she often made at Logan when describing how she felt about Calculus and 09-er parties: it had come to be known as the I'd-Rather-Be-Digging-My-Way-Out-of-an-Avalanche face. It was similar to the I'd-Rather-Be-Spelunking face. But there were subtle differences.
But profit is good too.
"It's better than my other gut reactions." She waited to see if Eddie asked what that was, but she didn't wait very long. "I'm not breaking the windows for revenge or pelting the building with Snickerdoodles."
She sighed heavily and faux-dramatically, and smiled. "I'm told I can't get out of this place. Not the loony bin. The, y'know, whole place." She gave Eddie her best large, helpless blue eyes. "You wouldn't happen to know... anything... about where I could find a place to stay, would you?"