Kizzie lifted her eyes, as if snapping out of a daze. Her fingertips twitched repeatedly, spastically, as she searched around for her destination. So this was New Orleans... it was certainly different from Seattle. The fact that real liquor was even available was a very welcome change.<br/><br/>There was a quiet whirring sound as her wired reflexes adjusted, her twitch finally calming down as electrical impulses stopped coursing through her. Taking a few swift steps through the building, the elf settled down at one of the open bars, dropping her credstick on the table but keeping her fingertips touching the end of it. She activated her matrix jack and glanced out over her array, seeing if she could find a tip as to her objective.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>