'Five-Pebbles'... sounded like the alias of a gang leader or some sort. Jane scrunched her eyebrows and gazed out the window. "Well, I'd been indulging myself in an antique journal of the alchemical arts when I was evidently transported here. Perhaps I'd fallen asleep?..." She pinched herself on the arm. "Mmm..."

A raspy cough startled Jane, as she turned to notice the man in the corner staring at them. "Uh, that wouldn't happen to be Five-Pebbles, would it?..." she whispered, slightly nervous.