"Hey. Bollocks Isi needs to be kept shtum. Leave it Greasey." Isi smiled broadly, clearly enjoying the banter. "I am kosher. No fault." She gave a sharp nod and started to lead the other two onwards again.<br/><br/>"Right, we don't see the ship again till we are slarmy."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The local pup they found was a large basement below some kind of large store. It was lively with people already and seemed fairly popular. Isi had located it having badgered a local or two for hints on the best spots. They found a booth that was currently unoccupied and invaded it, Isi leaving the other two while she trooped to the bar and came back a few minutes later with three mason jars full of something clear and powerful smelling. "Tipple." Isi stated handing a jar to each other girl. "Take it easy, stuff has a kick. Anyone peepers on any talent?"