What is it about elevators and public stairwells that makes men want to void their bladders? Sly wondered, smelling the miasmic air. (And women too, she thought, remembering the wasted-looking bag lady she'd once seen squatting down on the open platform of the Westlake Center monorail station.) In cynical moments she wondered whether it was the same instinct that made wolves and dogs mark out their territory. In her mind’s eye Sly could see a go-gang filling their bellies with water before the nightly cruise of their territory. She chuckled quietly, then forced the vagrant thoughts from her mind. Time to concentrate on biz.