"G'head," Zatanna said, waving a hand in the general direction of the door. "Just try to limit the mayhem and destruction to the touristy spots, would you? New Yorkers are obnoxious enough without infernal encouragement. Oh--raeppa namsilaT," she added, making a quick gesture and flipping a small metal disk in Crowley's direction. It was about the size and color of a subway token, but with considerably more esoteric markings. "Keep that on you and the night wards'll let you in."