Nine patted her shoulder and whispered, "It'll be okay." under his voice, so quiet he doubted most people could hear it but he hoped those animal ears of hers worked well enough to pick it up, he certainly didn’t have any trouble with it but it was rarely fair to compare himself with anyone else. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to wait, he’s not seeing people right now.” The bartender said to him, his eyes flashing for only a second towards the door to the loft, a completely subconscious movement that most people wouldn’t even catch, but it was just such things that Nine had been trained to catch.<br/><br/>Nine sighed and walked over to sit at a table near the door, leading the half-wolf woman with him. Or he at least guessed she was half-wolf, her fur, tails, and ears, certainly seemed to suggest so. He pulled a chair out for her and gestured for her to sit before taking a seat next to her. He took off his sunglasses and slipped them in to the inner pocket of his dark black jacket. He scanned the crowd for a second, making sure he recognized all the people in the bar and his count was accurate. “Yep, nine.” He muttered, his count confirmed, before turning back to the curious half-wolf. “So why exactly are you in the middle of nowhere? Did you escape? They wouldn’t just let you leave and they’re not tracking you.” He thought he probably had a long wait and he might as well sate his curiosity while he waited.<br/><br/>The bartender waited a few moments, watching the man take a seat, before pretending to go get a drink from the back. Once out of sight he opened a trap door in the left wall to reveal a small chalkboard dangling from a rope and a few pieces of chalk beneath it. He quickly wrote on it, “Man wit wolf weredling asskin to speek wit u” then he started turning the crank next to the small chalkboard and it slowly started rising up the shaft to the top where Kirk would be able to open a similar trapdoor and read the message before hitting the crank release at the top and making the handheld chalkboard slowly drop down the shaft. The barkeep only hoped Kirk could read the message, he’d been trying to say, “A man with a wolf weirdling is asking to speak with you.” But he’d never been taught proper letters so he just hoped he got the point across.