She smiled when he handed her the phone, realized he needed to unlock it, and handed it to her again. Booze wasn't good for thinking all that well, but at least he'd figured it out before she had to say something. She wasn't Birkoff.

"You're a parent. If you didn't have your kid and her friends in there it'd be weird," she shrugged as she entered her name in under N. She never used a last name here if she could avoid it, and the city was surprisingly accommodating to that.

The number was of the cell phone she gave everyone. She had a second one that couldn't be traced back to her, but she didn't really use it anymore. She just had it in case she needed to disappear for a bit, though. That was always a possibility, considering the life she'd led and the things she'd done.

"There." She handed the phone back. "Call, text, don't call, don't text. It's up to you."