The attack was still very fresh in his mind, though unlike most, Ansgar did not consider that a bad thing. It was good to keep such things fresh, to not forget the slights of the past, lest they go unpunished. That was his reasoning, at any rate, though the urging on by the voices had certainly helped him get his act in gear. Though now he was likely a wanted man, even if details on who he was or anything beyond that was likely unknown. He wasn't stupid, he hadn't shared his name with any of the gangers that had swarmed the PDF post, and the only one to hear his name would have been that very certainly dead Lieutenant. Just because he should be alright did not mean he could wander aimlessly, out in the open for anyone to see. Rather, he had to take his options into consideration and plan it out from there, and for that to be done well, he needed a place to stop and think.

Bars were an option, considering the number of odd looks he had gotten so far and yet without any harassment. He'd likely be left alone, doubly so since he still had his autogun openly on his back. Arbites didn't come this deep into the hives without a good reason, and the odds of him crossing paths with a Raid were pretty damn slim. It also helped that it was hard to pick him out from the surroundings, chameleon blending in naturally with the surroundings, wearing said cloak tightly to minimize exposure. The hivers left him alone, despite being a foreign presence, not born or raised on this world at all. He'd come here as part of his job, and found himself squared off against the loyal Imperials now. Not that they were readily aware of that yet, but such things would come in good time. Bar would be the smart place to collect his thoughts, plan out his next actions. He couldn't just sit idle on his ass, waiting for retribution to finally catch up. Keep acting, keep ahead of it, and it wouldn't catch him, really made sense honestly.

Sure enough, he managed to extract information from some locals on a bar for the kind of folk that weren't on the friendly side with the Emperor fearing types, where he could find himself a drink in quiet so he could begin figuring out where he wanted to hit next. Another PDF hit so soon would be risky, he could target the Arbites perhaps, weaken the structural stability of the long arm that held it all together. He would need bolder or more insane bodies for that, however, but if he kicked out enough legs propping up the facade, the entire thing would come crashing down as easily as a stack of cards in a hurricane. So for this bar, deep in the lower level slums, did he intend to make his way towards. Right on the edge of where power stopped being commonplace, from the information extracted. There were key pillars of strength that needed kicked out to bring everything down into disorder, and he suspected either the Arbites or PDF would be the first major targets. But again, it would take planning, and bodies. The former he could do solo, the latter? He might need to do some grunt work to recruit enough bodies. He'd burn that bridge when he got to it, for now though, a bar and drinks awaited him.