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It's the alley. It's always the alley. Ray makes a point of using the side door of the Firehouse so that it's always the same view coming back, just in case something goes wrong. "Everybody with me?" he calls over one shoulder. "Welcome to New York."

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She thinks for a moment. "Y'know, if I weren't in uniform, I'd say I'd like the grand tour, but as it is I think I'd better just collect my pay an' go home."

There'll be other chances to visit New York. (Sooner than she realizes, in fact.)

Tyler is not making an 'aww fudgebunnies'* face on the outside right now. Miss Squirrel has a point, they came here to get something, and trouble usually happens when a hero is in an area in uniform.

* For some reason, it has been impressed upon the dear child that hanging around** with the Flying Squirrel is rather nice, despite all the little bumps that happened during boxing training.

** Perhaps this line of thought is due to the lack of anything even remotely normal about Tyler's upbringing thus far.

"We could go with Ecto there..." Good way to see the sights, even if it's from a car-window.

"I'm good with that if you guys are," says Ecto. Ray glances in the Squirrel's direction; some people are weird about riding inside a car that can talk to them.

Ray may not be the best arbiter of what's considered weird. We're sorry.

A moment's hesitation, then a shrug. "Aww, what the hey."

"Yes! Race you for shotgun!"

"Heck, you can have it, I wanna sit in the back for once."

"...okay..." Tyler shrugs and hops into the front passenger seat.

"Not a problem," says Ray, and heads around to the front seat. Ecto opens the back door for the Squirrel herself. "Make sure you buckle your seatbelt. Ecto's an excellent driver, but we have laws about that here."

She's already in and has her seatbelt buckled before that last bit registers.

"...the car drives itself??"

"...I think it'd be kinda creepy for her if she didn't."

"I don't mind Daddy or Uncle Winston driving," Ecto says, the voice issuing from the dashboard, "but I compensate a little bit when they make mistakes behind the wheel. That's all."

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