A yacht club, she had not seen this before so maybe it was built during the time she was in a coma where she was relived memories of taking out the gangs when she was new to the Saints. Her eyes gazed over to the large yacht which was not to far away from them. That yacht was worth having at some point but right now she need to find her former friends who rolled with her in the old days. The former Saint would make sure this place became her's one way or another, hopefully they would want to fight for it through the use of fists or the even more fun option using a gun to force them into giving her the site. But money was probably going to be the main thing which she had zero of and who knew how many shops they still owned and how many areas they still had under control. 

Future Boss: "I hope I don't go boom when I take that thing over.... Sure would be a nice stronghold for the gang though......."

A bar was present, she needed a drink and would properly force her way in even if they did not need the attention right now after escaping the prison. She was sure these stiffs would have beer, maybe she could rough someone up and take there clothing instead of buying any until she reconnected with the Saints or at least one of the Saints. She could just go downtown if they had not changed to much since she was out of the game, but she seemed to want a beer now rather then later. She could rob people for money like she did several times already. Eventually the boat came to a halt where the boss was putting the heavy gun away back in the cabin, she would then tie the boat to the post so it would not float away, hopefully the rope could take the slack as it looked very old and worn out.