Lost to the Skies

I need a favor, and you look like the favor-doing type. An ol' pal of mine, Harleen Chirpsnide, was supposed to meet me in the city a few days ago. We was planning to eat our way through The Ruby Feast, get a trim at the barbershop, then visit that swanky auction house they got here. But she ain't shown up. She gets lost in her work plenty, but I'd feel a lot more comfortable knowing where she was. Try the mountains south of here. She mentioned she'd be swinging by on her way in.