"Sake. Good sake. I'm pretty sure half this town's full of booze hounds, so we get him a decent bottle, he should open up. Besides, he wasn't wearing a pin, so I don't think he's exactly loyal to the faction and those guys were being punks." She nodded. All they had to do was be nice and steer the conversation to 'those damned kids' and she was pretty sure that the old man would be putty in their hands.

She was already heading towards the door with in mind a place that was definitely not a vending machine. Vending machines were not where you got the good stuff. "I'll pick up the tab on the sake. I've got enough for that."