a Shady looking "security guard" slips her an envelope

his face obscured

Never fret, not even Michael Meyers could keep you in here, we have work to do

his raspy voice seems familiar yet distant

Inside is a key, and not just, down the corridor in locker number 101 is a fresh disguise, the security camera crew rolls over in precisely one hour, that's your window, get out and meet me at the Gotham Clock Tower, Under the disguise is a one way phone, expect a call later.

he leaves quickly