She isn't gone long, and when she comes back, she looks a little more like herself. A napkin manifests on the bar, and a convenient gust of wind blows it into her path. She picks it up and almost tosses it away when she sees the note.

'"Garage"? What?'

She looks up at the empty space behind the counter, and then back to where Gene is sitting. She's still holding the note like it's liable to bite her when she returns, offering it to him with a puzzled look.

'I think... This might be meant for you.'