It's better than just a chair with wheels on it--it's an actual folding wheelchair, a lightweight futuristic one like the one Eddie stole from that car in Topeka for her.

"More than better," she says. "I should be able to push myself in this and give you a rest from time t' time."

There's a list of exhibits and floors next to the ticket desk. She reads them thoughtfully. "Back to the floor we were before," she says, tapping her finger on the armrest of her chair. "It says here there's some weapons displays. Maybe we can find something we can use. Then... maybe third floor to get some food from the cafeteria. For the long term, though..." She bites her lip. "Fourth floor, maybe? Or fifth."