She lets Rush do most of the hacking work before stepping in to kick the blockade away. Exit made, they slip down the stairs quickly and quietly, stepping into... a cafe?

This is not where she thought she was. She stops for a moment, her shoulders slumped, then steps carefully toward the front windows.

"For fuck's sake," she mutters. "I got turned around. Bar's across the goddamn street."

And guess what's in the street.

"Fuck." She turns away, raking a hand up under her hijab and through her hair. "Now fucking what?"