Cassie immediately realized that whoever Mr Irons was, he was looking for her. And that meant that she needed to look for him. Or look out for him. Or… something. The point was that he knew something but he didn’t know everything, and before he found out everything, Cassie needed to know something. Because if she knew something, then that would be more than nothing, which is what she had, and it was scary. Just a big scary void full of emptiness, jail time, and a woman called Bubba, who did not seem very nice at all.<br/><br/>So anyway, she gave the goon a few moments to finish his phone call, then came back with a menu. “Let me check you in and claim your free beer for you,” she said, and neatly took his phone out of his hand, swapping it for the menu as if this sort of thing happened all the time. She headed over behind the bar with it and quickly brought up ‘recent calls’, then ‘contact details’, then took a photo of his phone with her phone with the skill of a semi-professional Infragram poster. All neatly hidden behind the counter. “Where is the camera on this thing? Ah!”<br/><br/>This time, she used the camera on his phone to scan a QR code, and quickly jabbed at his screen. Then she brought him back his phone, together with a bottle of imported German beer. “Here you go,” she said, opening the bottle for him. On the screen of his phone, you could see that he had just pressed ‘Like’ on the club in Fatebook.<br/><br/>