"About that," Dale started, but cut xerself off as someone approached the bar side of the VIP area--a young Mare in business casual, glasses perched on her muzzle, who asked a question of a staff member before aiming directly for the table.<br/><br/>"Incoming," the Raccoon muttered as the woman approached.<br/><br/>SmartyPants stopped about six feet away, just far enough to be polite, and cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"Sorry, but...I understand you, uhm, are people to talk to if someone has..."  She almost wilted as Junior turned to regard her evenly.  "This isn't big enough for Ms. Barnett's people, I mean. They recommended you."<br/><br/>If she'd gone to the Barnett Mob about something and directed here, this was either a very sloppy and amateurish setup by some very stupid cops, or Miss Librarian here was in earnest. Dale and Junior shared a significant look, then he turned to Skye with a raised eyebrow.<br/><br/>"I'm Sarah Wyatt," the woman kept going, trying to keep her momentum. "I work for Kenny over at the Phantasmagoria Lodge? In fact, I'm the reason it hasn't gone under yet, probably."<br/><br/>Ah. Right. The only comic book and gaming story in the County. It's practically right down the street from here.<br/><br/>"And we kind of need help if it's gonna stay afloat."