"The Syndicate are so dumb." Jen said, her voice slightly slurred. She took another swig of the drink. "I mean, who stands up against conduits? We can shoot fire from our hands! I wanna take 'em down, and I'm gonna drag every last one of them into a pit." 

Jen glanced behind her, seeing someone new enter the bar. It was a young man who looked about the same age as her. "Oh hey, you're cute." She said, with another fit of giggles. "We were just talkin' about the Syndicate, you know." The dopamine of pleasure being released affected her drunken mind pretty heavily. Zeke glanced at the conduit. "Hm.. ya' know maybe I made it a bit too strong for her." He examined, looking at her. A massive column of sand ruptured the floorboards by her, almost striking Zeke. It was jagged and rough, like a sandcastle. "Heh! Sorry! I can't stop it!" She said, laughing. "They're really tough!" The pillar dissolved, falling back into the pit it had just emerged from. 

"Yeah, I definitely made it too strong." Zeke said. "I think that was just about all I had to offer you guys. The recording is all I had. I'll ring you guys up if I get any more info on The Syndicate and what they're planning in the vintage district." Zeke also didn't really want any more drunken conduits to tear up the place. He already to had to pay for the floorboards. He didn't really object to it to them because he was scared that drunk Jen might've impaled him with a sand tendril.