The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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Following Clif's uncouth departure, a dark hooded figure walks into the Alcatraz bar. He takes a chair near the corner of the room after ordering a reinforced wine. The Man seems to already be familiar with the bartender, who calls him by his first name. "Your drink, Dervin." He whips out a datapad from a dingy jacket pocket and begins working on something intently. For the moment, he seems to ignore the clatter and clamour in the background of the bar. The wine sits untouched next to him, forgotten amidst his work.