The girl glanced up from the screen, the rubber of the suit resisting the motions of her neck. It probably hadn't been necessary to bother with the whole Outcast get-up, but you could never be too careful. Especially considering what she'd seen recently. The sight of the pistol had her instinctively reaching for her own weapon, only to grasp empty air. She had long since given up carrying firearms, far less using them. Not to mention, the stranger could probably far out shoot her if he chose to. That wasn't what he was here for though, was it? No, if he wanted to kill her there would have been plenty of opportunity to do so without so much as talking to her. Maybe that's why he was speaking to her. Perhaps he wanted to confirm her identity, just to be sure.
A glass clattered against the table, staining the table with a liquid that certainly wasn't vodka. The bartender frowned, crossing his arms over a shirt that had seen too many late-night brawls.
"This isn't some fancy restaurant son. You wanna drink, you damn well order it at the bar. Then you take it to wherever the hell you're sitting. We clear?" He stood, legs apart, watching Hunter.
Sarah swore inwardly. This was definitely not on the list of things she needed. She simply nodded to Jeremy, waiting.
