A cab? Sphix thought for a moment before nodding. She would have avoided cabs last autumn - all public transport, in fact - but she doubted the police was still actively looking for her, so taking a taxi shouldn‘t be a problem any more. And Chantinelle claimed to be able to handle the officers, anyway.

“Suits me”, the sphinx said and went to the door. “I’ll meet you in the lobby, Chantinelle.”