Lorne looked at her and nodded.  "Come over here."  He guided them back to a tucked-away booth.  "There's personal stuff, but come back and we'll talk about that later, kitten.  It's not good.  They're on their way to a little private airport outside town.  You need to get there fast, kitten.  And you'll need some supplies."  He called over one of the barmaids.  "Pack up ten bags of house red in a cooler, pronto."  The bamaid moves off hastily.