"Look, bro, I have NO idea who you are... but I think you need to relax and have a beer. This is a bar in a wreck in independent space, not a wealthy Bretonian pub. Just sit let the stick slide out from between yonder butt cheeks and live a fun life."
Lavinia closes her eyes for a moment, her head resting softly on Kane's shoulder, before she raised it slowly and looked around the bar. After a few moments, she sighed, and looked over to Cat.
"So, why...why're you here, anyway?"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
"Well...I was in a battle concerning a bunch of bombers and a cruiser, so I decided to leave Liberty for the rest of the night. And I heard a rumor on Rochester about this place, so I decided to try and find it."
Taggert drank his drink in one go. I had enough fun for today. Time to shove off. he thought. But I will remember this place....
He stands up and walks towards the hangar.
After observing the room and the people inside, the two men sat back down together, whispering, and taking notes. Sometimes the two would disagree, but the quarrels always ended after one told the other that he was in charge.