For a moment, David stares at his phone while the light illuminates the sharp lines of his face. Without a reply yet from Katya ( sumthingpositiv ), David takes the matter into his own hands and types in a couple of search-terms: Grindhouse, Sacramento CA. It can't hurt to see if there's any fragments or mentions of the place still living in a corner of the vast and infinite.
West : Google-able?
“Nothing we don't already know,” David replies, “the SUV sped down K-Street. Grindhouse is before my time. The mind of the kine were also too loud for me to read their thoughts.” Said so matter-of-factly, one might overlook the admission that the Shadow Priscus can read minds. Eyes travel over his screen as the Shadow then notes, “Citrus Heights is the base of operations for these insurgents, so probably more there than the Barrens.”