"Prats," Leeloo agreed, though she had never heard the word before. The word itself sounded as foreign on her tongue as it felt. She laughed, then, as much from the sound of the word as the fact that the city was, indeed, named 'The City'. She mouthed the insult again, but didn't give it voice. A silent 'prats' dropped onto the cement between their feet, and she flashed a conspirator's grin over her shoulder at John.
In a better mood after the laughing, she turned back to the map. When her waist twisted, she felt something pressing at her hip, something that hadn't been there before. She looked down at herself, pressed her hand against her hip, then dipped her fingers into her front pocket. Surprise plastered her face in a comical exaggeration.
From the pocket, she pulled a pair of keys. "Agreeable Apartments," she read, turning her head - birdlike - and squinting at the keychain. On the key itself, there was a room number: 5. A smile crossed her mouth. She was #5. Yes. She was.
She'd seen the name before. Leeloo looked back at the map and pointed at a key at the bottom. "Agreeable Apartments," she said again, and this time, it was clear she was reading from the map, not from the mysterious keys in her pocket.