The bartender serves you.

You give the bartender a fake smile as he approaches, leaning over the bar to get his attention and masquerading a bright, bubbly expression. To his credit, he only glances down your neckline for a moment before placing an empty glass on the bar beside you and speaking with a resounding voice used to commanding a bar full of drunks.

"What'll it be?"

"This your place?" you respond, giving the place an appraising look with a 'not bad' expression. He nods in return, clearly proud.

"Built it with my own hands, about a decade back. Ran it ever since."

You do your best to sound genuinely interested in his life. "Just you, no drones?"

"Don't trust them. Go haywire at any moment, unreliable. Speaking of, you're not gonna cause me any problems, are you missy? Know quality gear when I see it, and that stuff is definitely quality."

Giving him a coy smile in return, you don't answer the question directly.

"Well, there is something I need from you."