Trish nods silently and picks up the cup the barkeep had poured for her, sipping at it discreetly and letting her eyes wander around the room. So far, the guy seems polite enough... but she wants to see how he deals with the other clientele, and maybe try to squeeze a little information out of him, before trying to figure out how to proceed.<br/><br/><em>I really need a chatty friend for these kinds of situations,</em>she thinks to herself. Granted, she could probably have called Inoue and had her wife get her some better leads... but after embarrassing herself so badly yesterday, she really wants to prove to herself that she can make good on her own. Especially since she'd been "handed" Taggart, and that had turned out so wonderfully.