[He's become plenty aware of that in the past half hour or so, which is why he has no intention of hanging out any longer. He doesn't reply or acknowledge that she's following him, and instead dumps the contents of the crumpled envelope into his metal hand. The card he has no intention of using any time soon--they can be tracked--so he pockets it immediately, but the key is... a possibility. He's a little desperate and he doesn't know this place well enough yet.
The letter is folded sloppily into fourths and stuck with the card before he looks at the map for a moment.]
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The letter is folded sloppily into fourths and stuck with the card before he looks at the map for a moment.]