Trade up for a nicer host.

"I think I'll find this mayor. She sounds like a women I could use to do much more damage." Cassie moved on, confused, looking around the city. "Do you know where the mayor lives?" asked the bracelet to Cassie.

"Not at all."

"Fine, then." Cassie stopped the first passerby, a white man in his fifties with gray hair and wearing a dark black overcoat. "Excuse me, sir. Do you know where the mayor lives?"

He looked at her for a few seconds before answering. "Why the hell are you asking me, of all people?"

"So you don't know where he lives?"

"Of course not, you crazy bitch."

Cassie stared at the man as he walked away in a hurry. "How would I go about finding where she lives?"