[ Grell puffs her cheeks with frustration, pointedly turning to the next-- and mid-squeak, has to clamp a hand over her mouth. She found it.

Smoothing the pages open across the table, she leans forward with her elbows atop her knees. ]

Alright, let's see... It seems they've got a destination running to New York every few days, mn? What's the soonest you think we could manage?