She laughed as he mentioned the bubble and its location. Waverly did bend over and fumble with the console until she got it open, taking the bubble out and sitting with it in her lap. Looking over at Mark, she fixed him with a sunny smile, "Probably right smack into some hideous Manhattan traffic."

Her expression turned apologetic as she rattled off the name and address of her hotel, one of the nicer parts of midtown and a decent place to lodge. "Traffic is one thing I do not miss about this city."

The bubble called to her and held her attention as she turned it over in her hands, shook it and tapped on the domed cover. "This is pretty cool. I won't lie, I'd never get any real work done, I would sit here and play with the pretty light all day."