It wasn't until the gates had opened and she stepped back into the Dreg that Spook seriously considered her next move. She flexed the fingers of her new arm again, it and her drab white clothing being the only proof she'd ever left. So... where the hell was she? Nothing looked familiar, this was an area she'd never been in before... at least not while sober enough to remember it. It was no surprise, Black Cat had taken her what felt like halfway across the world, then she'd been hauled off by WatchTower before a more comfortable trip with Tenzou's man; winding up back on Gaoxing hadn't been likely.<br/><br/>Spook glanced down again at the simple clothing she'd been given, walking around like this was going to get her the bad kind of attention, a tourist from Pangea was the sweetest target for someone looking to make some quick creds. Then again, anyone who took her as an easy mark might end up being one themselves, she badly wanted to test out her new toy, to see just how much power there was behind her right hook now. And for all the gains of her trip, cold hard cash hadn't been a part of it, she was still nearly broke.<br/><br/>What she really needed was someone who traded in information and ideally not one of the Dreg bosses. The fewer people who heard what she had to say, the more valuable it remained, a gang out looking for lost tech would spread rumours like wildfire. Spook did consider trying to track down Mary and her crew, it was a small enough group and she figured she could trust them. Assuming they were still alive and her stunt up top hadn't gotten them trouble from WatchTower or anyone else unwelcome. But she still didn't know what they'd been after in the first place, what their beef with the clowns had been. She could worry about all that if they crossed paths again.<br/><br/>An independant broker, someone who knew how to keep their mouth shut, that was what she should look into first. That meant asking someone else some more general questions, and<i>that</i>meant a bar. Alcohol made people want to talk and who better to blab to than the girl or guy who keeps refilling your glass? Spook started walking straight ahead, looking side to side for one of the smaller and emptier places, some dive where her questions wouldn't get drowned out by the music and which wasn't the favourite place of one gang or another. She kept her eyes and ears on alert for any trouble, now that she was back in the Dreg she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not for a second.<br/><br/>Soon enough she found a spot close enough to what she had in mind, a dank looking room half full of down on their luck sorts huddled up over mugs and bottles. The broken hinges in the entrance proved there had been a door there once, but it was long gone by now. Up above the empty frame was a neon green figure, the top half was a naked woman while the bottom was a fish, other than that the place didn't seem to have a name. Spook sidled over to the counter and took a seat, waving to get the attention of whoever was pouring.<br/><br/>"I need a drink and some directions," she spoke casually, glancing about the room again in case she was getting the wrong sort of looks. "I'm new around here, give me the lay of the land."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>