Evey kept up the steady transfer of the conversation between herself and the taxi driver until they arrived at the apartment complex where apparently she and Peter both had a room. After paying the taxi driver (very well, indeed), she balanced her purchases and headed upstairs.
Already, she was feeling much better about the entire situation. From everything she'd learned, the City was not a malevolent entity -- far from it. It was good to the people who lived here, and asked for nothing that anyone could tell. Her only real question was whether or not the others from die Festung had made it here, as well.
Peter, she imagined, would know.
And so she came to his door and knocked with her foot, her hands full and her smile bright.