"No powers, eh?"

::Erin looks Jacob up and down.::

"I remember a very beautiful, wise woman making the same choice you have. Many years ago now."

::Jacob pulls out his pack of Silk Cut cigarettes, lighting one up immediately::

"Hey, what gives? Where the hell'm I?"

(Sheesh, I don't pay my rent once, just once, and this is what happens.)

"San Francisco."

::Erin snatches the cigarette from Jacob's hand.::

"No smoking."

::She nods her head at a pair of doors in the wall, one leading to the beach, and the other to Juneau, the restaurant.::

"Take your pick."

"No smoking?"

::Jake shakes his head::

"What is this, the old folks home?"

::He takes out a pen, and points at the doors as he talks.::

"Eenie-meenie-miney-mo. Catch-a-hottie's-eye. If-she-winks-at-cha, give-her-a-show. Eenie-meenie-miney-mo."

::Points at the door to the restaurant::

"Take me to the grub joint."

"Take yourself."

::Erin takes a drag of the cigarette.::

"Sweet."

::Jake snatches back the cigarettes.:

"Don't take my bacons."

::The tall man puts the cigarette back between his lips, tugs on his trench coat's collar, then makes his way to the door. He opens the door, and looks back to the girl.::

"See ya, sister."

::He steps through to Juneau.::