[center][h1] Clover Sandleford [/h1][/center]
[b][code]Zun - Just outside the Airport.[/code][/b]
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Clover kept up a casual facade as beat she could, keeping that casual smile on her face even as she tensed up in resp once to that glare. She didn't question for a moment that somebody here might actually be after her. Back in the day she had beaten up a lot of kids and a few particularly slimey adults, not caring if they were rich, poor, straight edge, or psychotic, and more than a few had held a grudge that had slithered up and bit her right in the butt when she least expected it. It made a girl develops a health sort of awareness of when she might be in danger.

Thankfully for this guy it had just been a bad joke, and as he broke the facade she couldn't help but chuckle a little in relief. "He he he, like I ain't never heard that line before." She said jokily. 

As the conversation turned more to where you could get a bite to eat in this city Clover just raised her her hands and shook her head. "Nah, I don't blame ya' for that. Though I am looking damn professional," She said, giving a little twirl. As she came back around though, she reached behind her back and pulled out a handful of those brochures from earlier. "I'm here hunting somebody myself. A five foot locust that's done my establishment some major wrong."

"Luckily for you," she continued, bringing up the brochures and whipping them apart in one hand as though they were some kind of Chinese fan in front of her mouth. "My instincts are second to none." She had been meaning to look at these herself after she found some place to bed down for the night, but now was just as good a time as any. She walked around and stood at Jonas's side so he could see the insides of the brochures too, and took a good look.

Most of it didn't catch her eye. A local franchise pizza joint. A dinner theater. A bar that doubled as a pool hall. A few expensive looking places each boasting the finest food in Zun. A place that promised they could do amazing things with pickles.  Mostly junk desinged to part tourists from their money. One particular, though, drew her attention. 

The brochure itself was a simple design, black ink on red paper. [i]Sunrise Cafe[/i], promising traditional Zun cuisine and at affordable prices. No special deals for the tournament rush. No embellishment. She picked that one out with her other hand and examined it more closely.

The founding date was printed, in small type, in the topmost corner along with the owners name. She pointed to it. "See that? This place has been open for over 70 years but it doesn't crow about it. They're confident that their food speaks for itself. This is a place with dignity. Dollars to donuts they have the best chow in the city. And it's close to boot." 

She narrowed her eyes at the red paper, then looked up at Jonas and handed it to him. "Now that I think about it, I was about to search down that way myself."