(The man's like 45~50 years old, so Jurgen is a boy to him. :P Also, found a pic I could use for the [url=http://lukedenby.deviantart.com/art/Cyborg-Bebop-124071786]barkeep.[/url] He has at least one cyborg arm, though doesn't look like he enhanced his size with anything. So yea, he really is a giant of a man. :P)

The man started chuckling when Jurgen started to rattle out a series of questions. Though all of them came down to a single one. What this bar was about. "You two came here without even knowing that?! My bar only allows mechanics and their androids. Just regular owners are allowed too if the android's smart enough. And this one of yours definitely qualifies!" Eve frowned, turning to the man and tapping his arm. "Hey bud, don't talk to him like I'm not even here." The man turned to Eve, a slight look of surprise on his face. "An android with self-awareness? That's a new one... Boy - what's your name anyway? - I don't know where you got this one's brain chip, but you better keep an eye on her. A chip like this could earn you at least two million credits. And you don't look like you can afford a new one.

Eve got even more annoyed, still being talked about like she was just a thing. Well, she was...but it still annoyed her. "My codename's Eve. Keep talking about me like I'm not here, and you'll be needing a new arm." The man laughed, motioning towards the bar. "Fine fine! Eve it is. I'm Gerald. Now, how about I offer you two one free drink? And in the mean time, why not tell me why you're here? Maybe you're interested in becoming a bounty hunter?" Things now started to get confusing for Eve as well. It was like this guy couldn't stick to one topic or something, going from starting a fight, to interest in her, to offering them a free drink, and now he wanted to draft her into bounty hunting or something? It was probably best to indeed sit down and take that drink, as right now this man was way too energetic. And quite a few eyes from the bar's patrons were turned their way as well.

Once seated Eve wanted to let Jurgen do the talking. He was the owner and he had arranged for her to fight in the arena after all. Plus, he seemed better with words than her, and had making money on his mind. She didn't want a repeat of the first bar they had gone to the previous day. "Jurgen, why don't you tell them about our plans?" She asked him, pulling out her cigarettes and lighting one up. Without even waiting for Eve to tell what she wanted, the man put an amber coloured, oily looking drink in front of her. Kind of like motor oil, actually. Though he did wait for Jurgen to order something. As the drink for Eve was the only drink he had that androids could drink.