She takes a big sniff, then charges north up the street away from you. She takes a right across the street, then another right, then a left, then follows a curving side street, hesitating only to avoid getting hit. You speedwalk to keep up, barely able to take in your surroundings. For a moment, you think you've caught up, but you don't see her. "OV3R H3R3 DUNC3" She's down a little alleyway with her arms big doing a jazz hands thing toward a beaten down door with a funny little lantern hanging down from above it. "TH1S 1S 1T! 4FT3R YOU, 1 1NS1ST" She opens the door for you, bowing theatrically. You step through, and the smell of cinnamon smacks you in the face.