Navigating the city from the air was easier, now, and she knew where she was headed, so it didn't take long for her to arrive at the tavern where Steve frequented. Sure enough, the bar was mostly empty; three patrons, one of whom was the passed-out rogue, made up the inhabitants of the building. It would take a bit of work to waken the drunkard, who stirred awake with a slurred complaint, then started swearing, at the sight of her. "Ahh, fuckit, 've died n' gone to tha afterlife, 'ahven't I?" he said, upon seeing her face.