Frank looked up as he heard a patron whistling at the bar staff, pausing momentarily on the myriad of notes he'd been taking. Noticing it wasn't anything too interesting, he tapped his pen on his worn, dusty tongue and went back to writing down his observations and various other data he'd acquired on his way here. Following the railroad worked to get him close to Houston, but he quickly realized that such a shiny, pristine city would never let his kind inside. Better for the illusion, he thought. Which was all well and good for the ignorant smoothskins, but he wasn't going to give up. He came here for their tech and he was going to get it, they had no chance of stopping him at this point. He figured the easiest way was to do some work around the area, build up a reputation as a physician, and get brought in for work. Whether as an oddity to laugh at or in an actual professional sense, he didn't much care. They can make any silly jokes they want, he's long grown above them. They really have no imagination.<br/><br/>One of the servers arrived with his order of some cooked Gecko with a side of Dandy Boy Apples, but quickly moved away. He noticed several other patrons pretending not to stare at him, as well. May take a while to build trust here, he thought. But again, that was fine. The one thing he was sure he had was time. At least that hasn't tried to kill him yet. He scribbled down some local gossip and tips he'd gotten from some fellow Ghouls on his way to the gaudily decorated city and ruminated on more ideas and plans on how to set up shop. He'd need to talk to an official of some sort, though based on past experiences there was rarely anything "official" about them. They'd also not taken too kindly on his brand of, on you know, saving their worthless hides from themselves more often than not. He'd decided that could wait for tomorrow and tucked into his first bit of acceptable food in a good while.<br/><br/>He zipped open his pack and brought out one of the medical journals he'd been getting into for a few days, an in-depth look into replacing limbs and how the body reconnected itself with the right assistance. He bit into the crunchy exterior of the Gecko and closed himself off to the rest of the bar, uninterested in anything the locals had to say. He doubted they could tell him anything new anyway. Though he placed his old, trusted Ripper on the table with him and heard a general shift of the surrounding tables away from him. Better, he thought.