<em>'Be patient; it takes time to search the Matrix'</em>was a quick response by her ex-lover, telling her to be patient.  Apparently her ex-lover was giving her a more thorough search than mere googling...<br/><br/>And luckily, in this particular neighborhood with so many refugees from Tir na nOg (once called Ireland, north and south, before it was taken over by Awakened peoples and creatures) finding a BTL junkie hangout is not that difficult.  Hell, if Knight Errant arrested every BTL junkie getting a fix in this neighborhood, the neighborhood would likely be cut in half... not quite an exaggeration, but when you get kicked out of your home across the way and have to live with nothing or close to it in a dump like this, anything that's better than<em>your</em>life wasn't exactly a bad idea, many figured.<br/><br/>In fact, not but down at the end of the street where your apartment complex is does Sarianna (should she have her glasses on and her PAN active) see the telltale signs of a BTL hangout, judging by the obnoxious amount of AR spam she's getting.  If not, the couple of orks - gaunt even on their larger, more muscular frames - with what looks like a hot-modded simrig held with a death-grip in each of their hands is a pretty good sign...