Nobody, or so the story goes, knows the bartender's real name. It's just Bartender, King, or Mistress, depending on how drunk you were or wanted to be. Of course, given the comparatively early hour, she's sitting down, waiting for somebody to finish a drink or pay for what they'd gotten, and mostly paying attention to one of the vid-screens because business is about as slow as the access node of the world's worst porn site.<br/><br/>This makes it the perfect time for Harper to pump the older woman for info. Ain't nothing else happening. Ain't many ears listening. And the little sales pitch starts before Harper's even completely seated. "Welcome, welcome. What'll it be? Drinks, food, info, tools, toys? All of 'em? Whatcha have Miss Daredevil?"