"Hutora, huh?" Spook repeated the name. She wasn't looking to talk to the queen so much as the lore keeper of the universe. Or a wizard? Whatever, metaphors only got you so far. She wanted someone independent, but it was no surprise the barman was going to name the area's big boss lady before anyone else. And it was in line with not crossing the wrong people, having a Dreg boss go hunting after the missing tech was still one step better than having one go hunting after<i>her</i>. "Guess I'll pay her a visit then."<br/><br/>Spook lifted the drink up toward the dim light before gulping it down. Alcohol wasn't one of the recommended ways for a DNS sufferer to pass the time, especially not on an empty stomach, but you didn't go into a bar and ask for water. "Hah!" she slammed the empty glass back down with a wince, the fingers of her left hand digging into the bartop, adding a few more scratches to the beaten and weathered counter. She matched the man's grin with one of her own, the side of her mouth twitching just a little.<br/><br/>"Don't spose you have anything to eat back there? I got turned down for my lunch date." Spook wondered what sort of 'disagreement' Mary'd had with Hutora, the biker certainly got around. She hadn't considered how many enemies she might have inherited if she'd actually managed to stay with the gang, being a free agent had its advantages.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>