Quincy had taken the Bus. She was decently familiar with the schedule, and public transit was something she'd been using for years. Regardless, by the nature of buses and bus stops, it was nearly and hour and a half before she walked up to the replica of Westminster.
And that's where things were trickier. The building was quite large, and considering the Guardian's number's here, too big not to be shared. She entered anyway, Digging through her memory of what she'd been told about the Sacramento Guardian's offices. Something about a chapel? She turned in that direction, and soon spotted someone at work.
" Halo . I let myself in, Quincy."