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[color=D5FF00]"Do you not have any other way to get into contact with her? Maybe one where we don't sit around a bar sticking out like sore thumb?"[/color] Really, it was kind of weird that somebody as tech savvy as Relic was relying on just going to a place where she usually hung out and hoping that she was there or would come by. She figured it had to do with not getting traced (or being less likely to be tracked), but even then, couldn't he leave a message for her to meet up somewhere at a specific point in time or something? Mali finished her glass of water and set it down on the bar counter.

[color=D5FF00]"Could I get a refill, please?"[/color] she asked, calling the bartender over again when he wasn't busy with other customers, whatever few there were at this point in time. When Eddie came in, she absently waved in response to his smile: an acknowledgement of his existence, but nothing more. Mali sighed; hanging out in bars during the off-hours quickly lost its luster unless you were already halfway to piss drunk. She missed being able to get drunk.