She's roughly a decade short, but some looks are simply classics. They more or less match in style, and aren't likely to encounter many people today regardless.
The Shadow gives a laugh that rolls and echoes off the tin side of the hangar and into the mist. It's been a very long time since anyone called him that. "Welcome to Jersey. We're not too long of a drive from the Cranston Estate." He is leaving out the detail that the Cranston Estate is more or less abandoned these days, and he will make no mention of the turnpike. The information should let her know that this is a place she has been near before, however, provided the adventure involving the Golden Pagoda has passed. This small airfield sits close to Newark, and has long been a convenient spot to store his aircraft.