Because paranoia strikes deep. C'mon. [ and she pushes open the door with gusto, yanking out for little slips when she's safely around the corner. glancing around swiftly, she passes a hand over them, looking at the ticket picture as she does so. ] Four seats to ... [ she pauses to read the name of the show ] Rafael Giovanni coming right up.

Identificus.

[ and sure enough the blank sheets shimmer ... and then produce what appears to be a perfect replica of the tickets. she grins and holds them up. ] Alright, these babies don't last long. Let's go.