A couple of days. She had just been brought out here by a car who seemed to have been possessed by Fujiko, because she was exactly the kind of person who was all about getting out and doing something different.

... Except when she slept for weeks, of course.

There was another flash of anger at his words, but Naomi restrained it once again, instead reaching for the handle to let herself out. "And just how do you know this?"