She was uncomfortable, and it showed through her crossed arms as she knocked on the door of the crummy apartment in the Narrows of Gotham City. Everytime she came there, there was a certain discomfort as she realized what kind of danger there was. Roxas had been nice enough to give her a lift - this world hopping thing never got easier. She had her cell with her, and was surprised - pleasantly so - to find she still got a signal. So, she hadn't been lying about calling Clint if anything went wrong, at least.

"It's Lisa," she called through the door. "Are you going to let me in? I brought food." The bag in her hand was from Burger King - heavy starches and fats were best to prevent a hangover, and she figured he would be thanking her later for it.