Yes, you trust Selina.

“You're right.” You agree with your date.

“You remember now?” Kyle almost looks a bit surprised.

“No.” You honestly reply. “I usually have a good memory about these things, but it's true I was distracted." You smile at your attractive date, "Besides, I trust you.”

Perplexingly, she looks down at her feet, giving briefly that strange look she gave you in the boat after your kiss. As you ponder the mysteries of female behavior Kyle looks up and smiles.

“Thank you.” She runs her hand softly done your arm. “You're very kind.”

“Can I use your phone?” You ask. Though your desire is to kiss her you think that might be too forward, besides you're in public. “I'll give the Athenaeum a call.”

“Sure.” Kyle smiles and hands you her well worn cell that is cracked and chipped in numerous places. Its purple and black protective leather case looks like it has a knife slash across the back. “I take it with me rock climb.” She innocently replies, guessing your thoughts.

Dialing the Athenaeum you find that the Exhibitions Manager, Andrea Decar, is still at work. At first the very precise and methodical Decar is hesitant to show any piece since the collection is not fully secure. When you explain that it might be for a buyer, and with the piece being not that valuable, she agrees to have the Crowley Necklace, with security, be brought to the Director's office.

Since it's a beautiful Metropolis night, and walking would be quicker, you forgo your car and escort the charming Ms. Kyle a few blocks down from the park to the Athenaeum. After guiding the emerald eyed Gothamite through the sign in process you take her to the Director's office. There you're greeted by the museum's oldest security guard, Stan “Pops” Lieber, and Decar. Pops is beloved fixture at the Athenauem, whom you frequently chat baseball with. He immediately takes a shine to your attractive date and Kyle goes out of her way to be kind to the much older blue-collar man with a few innocent flirtations.

Ms. Decar, though very skilled at her job, however, is a pricklish and dour woman of extraordinary plain appearance and personality, who immediately takes a strong and obvious dislike to your voluptuous date. Kyle, for herself, ignores her little complaints and backhanded digs.

The necklace, a gaudy and tacky piece, with a green gem in a center locket, is placed on small table in the center of the room with a single chair for Kyle, while Decar, Pops and yourself look on. Pops, pulls out the chair for the raven haired Gothamite, and she gets to work, carefully examining the necklace while taking notes on a small pad.

“I need an expert opinion.” Kyle requests.

“Yes?” Decar answers with a hint of disdain.

“Oh, not you dear.” Kyle politely dismisses her rival. “I need the opinion of law enforcement.” And looks over a Pops.

The old man, clearly surprised, points to himself, “me?”

“You're ex-navy, aren't you?” Kyle smiles, “The markings on this . . .”

“This is a waste of time.” Decar interrupts. “Mr. Lieber's opinion has no value here.”