The Chinese Quarter was a questionable place to be in at best. At worst, it meant your life had hit rock bottom, likely why it wasn't a place Hisano knew very well. It screamed danger and she knew C-sec probably smart to stay away. She hated being thrown on many wild goose chases but there wasn't much she could do but hope that eventually she'd find the right place. She still didn't know what had happened to her parents and she was beginning to fear the worst since she hadn't heard a confirmation from them. It was also possible that they were in hiding and wouldn't respond to her text until she reached out to them. Hisano was worried and felt like her brain was working overtime. This was not how she wanted to spend her Friday night.

Standing outside the door, she jumped when a slot slid and revealed someone eyeing her. She scowled slightly and entered the bar when allowed. She held her tongue for the time being and stepped inside.

Not too bad...

Now that she was bathing in the blue neon glow from the bar's backdrop, she didn't feel much safer, nor any closer to answers. Why would Tommy want to bring her here? Did he know someone who would help him? Her eyes lingered on the cluster of triads. She hoped they weren't someone Tommy was dumb enough to get involved in. She looked a the other patrons but none of them really stood out. Maybe that was the point. Keep a low profile, keep your head down and no one would ask any questions. Hisano had questions though but wasn't sure who to approach.

The man behind the bar was a time honored cliche and looked the least likely to give her a hostile response so she sauntered over and took a seat. Hisano took another drag and pulled over an ashtray to tap her cinders into. She scanned the rows of bottles in front of her but didn't know what to get. She needed a drink but she also hoped by buying one, the guy would be more willing to tell her what he knew about Tommy. Of course Hisano assumed he had to be a regular or know a guy, if he wanted to hide out. She put her cigarette out and held up her two fingers to signal she was ready to order. "Hey uhhh give me whatever a shot of something strong." She asked as she turned around in the stool.

There was something else Tommy had mentioned but she was struggling to remember who or what it was. His computer's recording ended with him addressing someone. Tal-something. She leaned back and turned around the bartender once more. She didn't want to just come out and ask if he knew about Tommy, while she wasn't some seasoned, hard-boiled investigator, her gut was telling her to be very cautious. But at the same time, she felt like time wasn't on her side and she couldn't keep dragging her keep, plagued by uncertainty. "Is there someone named...Tal...esin?" She asked the guy behind the bar, hoping she got the name right.