Tell Katherine to meet you for drinks

The suspicious man in the trench coat is obviously making Katherine too nervous to discuss the issue of breaking Orchid out of the testing facility. You are supposed to meet with your secret employer Mr. Tanaka, but if your intention is to abscond with the AI he is paying you to get data about it's probably best you never see or hear from him again. It's a dangerous thing to do, but you have little alternative. You lean your face next to Katherine's inhaling the mixed aroma of her soft perfume and the nervous sweat on her forehead.

"Follow me out, follow my car," you whisper to her, pressing your lips almost against her ear. "I know a place where we can get drinks and talk in private."

You turn away quickly, snagging a random bottled caffeine drink out of the cooler and paying for it at the register. As she does the same you linger at the newslith rack scanning the day's headlines, then step out into the night air as she finishes her transaction. Moments later your almost-black Honda Pantheus rises smoothly into the air, followed by a slightly sleeker deep burgundy BMW air sedan. She must make good money at Meijer Und Weiss.

There are many different types of seedy when it comes to bars in the Rotten Apple, and you're familiar with all of those types. Your favorite bar also happens to be your favorite kind of seedy. An old world quaint atmosphere gone south after decades of hard life, the Bowry Bar is fully stocked with real **** that you can drink in a quiet, private booth, that looks like it's been used as cover in a gunfight. Katherine is nervous with the run down neighborhood, but she seems to relax at your side as you step inside, an Irish folk song playing on a dusty stereo, most of the patrons so lost in their drink they don't even look to the door.

You choose your usual booth and settle in, Katherine taking the bench opposite yours and resting her elbows on the scarred and uneven table. You order a pair of triple Johnny Walkers, neat, and the laconic dark-eyed husk of a waitress dully slides them onto the table.

As the first sip of whiskey slides warmly down your gullet you look and into Katherine's reflective gray eyes. She tastes the whiskey hesitantly and gives you a **** smile.

"Shall we discuss business?" She asks quietly.