"The city." Re-l bites her lip and looks away. "Maybe it will."

She drums her fingers on the table, and then a thought occurs to her. She takes out a pen and a very old, very battered leather journal from a pocket and tears out a page.

"That's my address. If you find anything, let me know. And I'll do the same. I assume I can find you in the library?"

She straightens up and looks him in the eye.

"It was nice to meet you too, Doctor."

It's an odd name, but perhaps no odder than hers. And certainly worth an ally.