"Oh, so you didn't know that? Ha. Awkward." Lola wrinkled her nose in amusement as she sat down, surveying the bar cautiously. Not really a bar that she would frequent, but it served it's purpose. After ordering a vodka and lime, she perked an eyebrow at Caleb's question. Everything she knew about Jack was complicated. He had told her about a lot of his dealings, but because she hadn't been aware of the whole gang scenario, she wasn't entirely sure what was relevant to Blue, and what wasn't.

"Well, it's hard to know. When he told me, I didn't know that there was any sort of gang thing going on." Settling her chin against the palm of her hand, she thought for a moment or two. "I know that the 'haulage' company goes between here and Cancun, like a little network of dots." Shaking her head, she shrugged a little, "I mean, I'm guessing that's not so much haulage,as trafficking." Blinking, she did remember one detail. "Whatever they do transport, it's stored at the firehouse. Other than that, and something about a Mexican themed bar on 11th, I don't know."

The blonde took a sip from her drink. The sour spike of the lime making her cringe ever so slightly as the cool liquid hit her tongue. She'd been needing that all day. Normally, she would pull out the lime and physically suck on it, but she decided better of it on this occasion. Smirking, she looked at Caleb smugly, "Not just a pretty face, huh?"