Spook grinned wide, it was good to be back where people had genuine personalities. Her metallic fingertips tapped on the wooden bartop absently, playing out an erratic series of dull clunks. She wondered if the area had that much business from the lower areas of Pangea, either it was relatively safe here or... it was hard to accept, but maybe some of the citizens up top were able to get by in the Dreg for a few hours at a time without being left bleeding out in one of the gutters. The thought of those sheep slumming it for kicks rankled; when<i>she'd</i>left her home she'd come to stay. The bartender probably thought similar, so it was best to be upfront about things.<br/><br/>"I'm new to the area, not the Dreg," she slid a few credits toward him, still smiling. "Typhoon Mary and her girls took me on a little trip up top, maybe you've heard of her. Long story short WatchTower gave me the new outfit, something about indecent exposure, but they didn't give me a damn thing to drink so how about it? What I'm looking for is someone who's interested in the sorta thing you hear up in the city proper. A place where I can trade in these pajamas for a proper look would be nice, too. And while I'm in the neighbourhood I'd rather not piss off the wrong people, whoever they might be."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>