Bigby looks down at the index card that had your address on it, narrowing his eyes a bit before looking up at your apartment. Tiredly, and annoyed , he climbed out of the cab he paid to take him here. Waving the driver off, he stands in front of your apartment. You open the door Bigby: sighs you’re still not in glamor .. *he said annoyed and pocketed your index card and then took out a cigarette to light