Two-Four gave a quick nod to Teddy as she whispered in his ear, but his eyes were laser-focused on the crowd of Huxen that were stumbling into the bar. He said nothing at first, but signals flashed across his eyes reminding him of the Galactic Union’s decision on the aggressive hoard of beasts. There were only five of them at the moment, all furry and all reeked more than back room of the Debris that Two-Four refused to clean or enter on the basis of it being blocked off from the rest of humanity hopefully forever.
As she turned to leave Two-Four grabbed Teddy by the shoulder and tilted his head towards the incoming aliens.

[color=cyan]  “Well, if we’re looking for proof, [i]they may not be a bad place to start. [/i]” [/color] He grumbled quietly as he pushed past his eager assistant and returned to the bar, giving Nov a great smile as Two-Four continued polishing a glass. His eyes HUD traced red “DANGER” boxes around the beasts, but he ignored the display instead to respond to the fellow cyborg.
[color=cyan] “Yeah, you’re right about that. Some bounty hunters lookin’ for some easy coin and a couple other brave adventurers came here to clear out some stuff before colonists came in. I had a buddy in the mix. Actually, they were the one who piqued my interest in coming back.” [/color]

 Two-Four placed a glass back against his display before he started adjusting some of the shiny bottles that he kept under neon light. Supposedly bars were all like this once-upon-a-time. He thought it looked alright.
 The bar was his masterpiece; he could do with it what he pleased.

  He turned back to the bar. One heavy metal hand tapped the heavy gun hidden behind the bar as the other leaned against its surface.

[color=cyan]  “That bein’ said,” [/color] Two-Four grinned, [color=cyan] “My friend said that some of them stayed out there. There’s many secrets this planet has to offer. It did have to go through five, six apocalypses or something? Actually, I’d love to know if there’s any remnants from when the machines ruled the planet with an iron fist.” [/color]

  He broke the tension with a guffaw, laughing at his own joke for a second before his face went cold once again. 

 One of his eyes flashed a warning light, and his attention turned back to Aris at the edge of the bar. That guy too seemed to detect something strange about the group of aliens that were close to Debris. It didn’t really matter what happened if they were on the hit-list. Two- Four figured he could spin it into a good light for his bar either way.

 He couldn’t rely on booze from old friends forever. If this was the way to get a more effective store of alcohol running, so be it.

  There was something else that needed to be said.

[color=cyan] “Hey, Aris. If you plan on doing something extreme, please keep it out of my bar.”[/color]