That's a good plan. If they recognize me, it... could get complicated. [Junna sighs, softly. This newfound celebrity (notoriety?) of hers is getting annoying. She tries to not get too anxious about it; she still feels some anxiety creeping in. She follows after Keiwa, and there's a glance over her shoulder.

They seem clear. She looks back at him, then she nods her head.] Let's try staff parking. I, ah--

[She opens her purse, fishes inside, and pulls out her ID card.] I've got a keycard. My therapist operates out of the DU. I can get us in with that.