"What can I say," she says wryly. "Just call me Miss Hospitality."

She pulls a folded-up Milliways napkin out of her brassiere.

The parking lot is empty except for the pickup truck and Ginger's car. There's a wide alley around the corner of the building, and it's out of the way enough so that any passersby won't notice a door morphing in size to let Jay's trailer through.

She supposes she should thank him or something before he goes.

"I'll let Eric know that you did a good job."

There.