Nina's show of her being unarmed was appreciated and all, being that it let the men have a good look at her, it didn't actually prove anything. She had enough chrome about to hide a metric crapton of guns in her body, and to be fair the door guard couldn't just go and demand people to rip off their legs when they came to the bar. Though that would be one way to sweep women off their feet. Croaks leaned back and tossed the carrying strap of his weapon on the other side of his neck, letting his left hand hang low while the right one remained on the handle and close to the safety trigger.

The talk went to megacorporations, and how everything was beyond their grasp there. Ribby let out a sigh. "Ya know, as much as you have a point there, look at us. Just… zone out of everything else for a second. For now, this table is everything. Done? Good, lets start adding pieces to the picture. This bar here? It's an entity all right, but we have it. It is friendly. You know why? Because the thing above the bar, the entire Zone, is too big to really care. And when you go to corps of that size… well, they span 'cross more than one Combat Zone. And if the locals dun give enough shits, what makes ya think these people do? They gave a shit about Lt. 'cause he stirred up shit. We just tryna make do. And what ya think if we find 'im for 'em?" the man offered a counterpoint. They were too small for the megacorporations to truly care. But if they did a good turn for them, the big guns might solve their troubles for them. After all, they had sent a messenger all the way over here and they were still not dead. What else could that be taken as but an indirect job offer?

But soon after came the part where the info broker once more took the gang boss along with her. Question was, why? Did she have some purpose for the man in mind? She had brought up the idea in the first place. To be fair, Croaks would have gone along just for the looks alone, but you couldn't just let a pretty face get to you. You needed to keep some sort of a guard up, especially so when it was the other party that made the proposal. But for now, the only promise requested was to not keep rapping his fingers on the gun. While Croaks untangled it from his string vest, he gave the gal a smirk. "As long as you don't bore me to death", he stated his terms, looking around the bar.

He was weighing his options. He could either get his gunfight vest, or just go as was. And given how the broker was looking, going as was didn't seem like too bad an idea. But he had this gun. Bah, no need to go nuts about it. Turning towards the door, he waved for Nina to follow. "If you had a plan on how to go from here, let's hear it. See how hard it butts heads with mine", he kept on with the group leader status he'd grown so accustomed to.

But to be fair, that was pretty much the only familiar thing in this all. He'd fought for this opportunity ever since the dark skinned man had turned away from their table and marched out of the bar, having delivered his message. The message had raised more questions than anything else, and the answers were out there in the NC. But as one knew, just going poking around at random was at least six times more likely to get you death than any other result. And even the info broker could only tell them so much. At least she would have the routine on where to go next. Because Croaks knew he would have no clue to save his life. But he had a plan. Built on occurrences and what he knew, but a plan nonetheless. The bigger and badder of the two bosses as he was, he was not a bumbling idiot. Or so he liked to tell himself anyway.

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