Syntropy's expression became even more anxious at the words of the tall, cyber-limbed man. She turned to face him, but spoke her next words to the bar at large; desperation beginning to outweight her caution.<br/><br/>"There must be some way to get faster transportation here," she implored the exotic patrons. "I don't have... anything I can pay with now, but I promise you'll be well rewarded for helping me. The NovaGen Institute is well funded and I'm their most valuable prop- er, one of their valuable colleagues, so they'll be sure to compensate for time and effort." As Syntropy's eyes further adjusted to the neon lights she got the sense that this was not the ideal crowd to make her pleas to. It was too late to stop, now that she'd made her situation all too clear, so she pressed on. Self-consciously clasping her hands together in front of her body, her eyes moved to each figure in turn. "The lab was experiencing some sort of emergency, so I simply can't wait for a transport shuttle. Every second counts, the sooner I can return and help solve their crisis the better it will be for everyone."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>