DC... For a second, she blanked on what that could stand for. De Chima? Washington, DC? (Daedalus Collector?) She wasn't terribly familiar with either city, but she'd seen pictures of Washington, even if she'd never been there herself. That should work.

Ahead of them, the alley narrowed, blocked off by a half-rotten wooden fence. Paprika slowed to a stop and let go of Mitch's arm, narrowing her eyes at it. "Ah... that's no good." To be honest, she wasn't completely sure if it was her mind or the dreamer's that had put it there. But, nothing she couldn't handle.

"Welp. Only one way through here, I guess," she said. Without waiting for protest, she darted forward and bounded up the fence, one, two steps, and then her arms were over. From there she pulled herself over, heavy combat boots scrabbling against the wood for a second until she could get her legs over. With a grunt, she disappeared behind the fence. The thunk of rubber on concrete followed, and her voice calling back to him, "It's clear! Hurry up!"