Sheriff Qui's silver sedan is surprisingly unassuming—you expected a luxury vehicle or at least something that isn't slowly being eaten away by the creep of rust. Money is power, and old money made over several mortal lifetimes affords the eldest of the Ivory Tower the finest luxuries available. As you and Jordan follow on Qui's heels, you keep expecting him to veer off to another floor of the garage, but when he pulls his keys out from his pocket and presses a button, the car's lights flash. He waves you into the front seat, Jordan to the back. Jordan shoots you a confused look—it seems like you're not the only one accustomed to an upscale lifestyle in your un-life.
"I saw that look," Qui says as he settles into the driver's seat. "Don't think I haven't seen it before. You don't like her, do you?"
"Her?" Jordan asks, genuinely befuddled.
"My old girl here," he pats the dashboard. "She's reliable and she doesn't draw attention. What good is a flashy car to a Sewer Rat?"