Overall, dealing with customs and whatever when they landed in Montreal wasn't too bad. It was definitely a little more obnoxious having to deal with someone else's fake passport when you were used to breezing through on your own, especially when you were pretty sure the other person basically had to bite her tongue to keep from messing it up, but "Amanda" and "Kyle" made it through alright and Rosa found herself vaguely wondering how customs would work if you just went straight through with Portalocity. She....should definitely start looking into that more.

Not that there was anything wrong with all this. She liked all this, driving the bike, flying planes, but, again, she wasn't exactly used to having company while doing it, and Seivarden, as much as she begrudgingly liked her these days, could still be a handful. So when she called them a taxi to take them to the hotel and she clamored into the back seat, she was just going to sit for a minute and close her eyes and recharge for a second.

"No."

And very promptly cut off the driver before he could even finish inhaling on his attempt to greet them and be all friendly.

"Just drive. HÔtel Place d'Armes. Every word out of your mouth is a drop in your tip, buddy."

And then they were off.