Bouncer clicked her tongue. Gas station clothing it was, then. She would need to find somewhere to shower too - a motel, maybe. A cheap one. Or one with bad security, that wouldn’t notice her sneaking in. 

A silence had fallen between the two of them, signaling an end to any conversation. Fair enough; Bouncer had already shared what crumbs of information she could provide, probably. Well, there was also the gay couple she’d run into the night before who had invited her to meet them at some bar, but given the time, she’d probably already missed it, and she didn’t really know how to get a hold of them beyond that, so even if they were investigating the same thing, it wasn’t like they could help anyway. Not unless she or the fox happened to run into them. As for the fox, she seemed… dissatisfied with what Bouncer had provided to her. There wasn’t anything Bouncer could do about that, but geez, this girl was like leeching vibe arsenic into the air with her palpable frustration. Honestly, chill.

She asked Bouncer a question. “What?” Bouncer answered, caught off guard. Her name? Like the codename superheroes liked to use? “Oh. I’ve heard a few people call me Rabbit before. The news calls me Bouncer, though. Either of those works.” She should probably ask the woman for hers as well, instead of just calling her “the fox”. “What’s yours, then?”