He doesn't, but...

"Y-yeah," Michael said, throat dry.

Trish sighed in relief, hastily buttoning up her shirt, pushing her bra back up first to ensure she didn't show off any more. Now if that could just never happen again...

Michael handed the post-it note over his desk; she gratefully took it, memorising the address just in case.

"Thanks," she said, flustered.

"Any time," Michael said.

"Trust me, I won't be needing any more of your help," Trish said.

Rather hurriedly she turned around, leaving the building as soon as her jacket was done up again. After a minute more waiting alone, Michael reached for his phone.

"Hey? Hey, do you have Bennet's number? Trust me, she'll want to know," then, after scribbling something down, he dialled again. "Hi! No, uh, we never really spoke, but I think you're going to be getting a visit from Patsy Walker. No, seriously, and you won't believe how much she wants answers..."

The colour had just about left her cheeks by the time Trish had taken a cab to the address of Ruby Bennet, former administrator at the hospital. Repeat the same explanation and question, something that was almost mindless at this point, and hopefully keep her clothes _on, _and with any luck...

She was buzzed into the apartment building, then went up to the right floor. Ruby answered the door almost immediately, eyes widening as she recognised Trish. Then she smiled.

"Hi, are you-" Trish said.

"Ruby Bennet, yes, yes," Ruby said. She stepped back. "Come in!"

Trish smiled, crossing the threshold, faltering only as Ruby continued.

"Just got a call from an old colleague, he told me why you're here," Ruby said. "IGH, right?"

"Uh, yes," Trish said.

"Good news and bad news," Ruby said. "Bad is that the name doesn't pop up in any of my old files, but good is that if it's not in mine, I know who'll have it; I wasn't on shift all the time, and if I wasn't there's only one other person that took over, and I can tell you where to find them."

"Thank you so much for looking," Trish said. "I'll be out of your hair as soon as-"

"Don't rush," Ruby said. "Michael told me you were quite... eager for the information."

Oh god. Trish flushed again.

"I'm not- I can pay-"

"I don't want money," Ruby said. "God, you have to know how much of a queer fanbase you've got, this is pretty much a dream come true for me."

"I'm not going to-"

"Look, don't touch, I've got it," Ruby said. "If you want the address, I only want to see your ass. Not really that much."

Trish flushed crimson, squeaking slightly. Oh god, could she really do this again?

She'd hoped Michael would have been the only time.

"I- I won't-" Trish said.

"Oh come on," Ruby said. "Michael told me what you showed him, and what I've got to say will definitely lead you somewhere. Unless you want to leave with nothing?"

Oh god. She didn't know whether or not that was worse; to have flashed her chest, and then to have it be for nothing. Unless she wanted her exposure to be pointless, she had to...

"You promise?" Trish said after a moment. "Just look, for the contact details of the other admin?"

"Deal," Ruby said.

Trish hesitated. She couldn't believe she was doing this again.

She bit her lip, then steeled herself. It was the only real lead she had; Trish hooked her fingers in the waistband of her jeans, then pushed them and her panties downs lightly.

It wasn't far, not even to her knees, but it was enough that she could feel the air against parts of her she'd never wanted exposed in a stranger's apartment.

She had her back to Ruby, and she tried to keep it that way, staring at the wall ahead and trying not to focus on the woman with an unobstructed chance to ogle her ass.

She felt her cheeks burn. And then she heard a click; Trish glanced over her shoulder, then shrieked.

"No pictures!" Trish said, turning to desperately grab for Ruby's phone. "No one else can-"

"I wasn't going to show anyone," Ruby said. "Just for the memories. But alright, alright..."

Ruby turned the screen around, showing herself deleting it; Trish prayed she hadn't been able to send a back-up.

And then Trish squeaked again as Ruby's eyes dipped lower; she hadn't pulled her jeans up. Not only had she just bared her ass, and possibly had it photoed, but a stranger had just seen her pussy as well!

Hastily Trish pulled her jeans up in one motion, flushed.

"Nice," Ruby said.

"Y-you got what you want," Trish said. "What's the address?"