"I assume I haven't done much to dissuade your opinion of youth," Bea replied with a wry quirk to her lips.
"Also, yes, having someone try to steal my car would be very vexing," she added, opening the door to her Phaeton and stepping outside.
She took a moment to glance around as she buttoned the front of her jet black suit jacket, taking in the sight the border's legacy. A reductive thought, perhaps, for a history of clashing cultures and economic legacies, but it was all Bea could spare for the moment. She had business to take care of tonight.
Walking around to the back of her car, Bea popped the trunk in reached in to grab a black duffel bag that she'd prepared for just this moment tonight. Inside lay the one bargaining chip that she'd thought appropriate to bring.
"All right, let's go," she said, hefting the bag over her shoulder and walking into the bar.
Bea has the usual equipment posted under her mini sheet, but in the duffel bag is also an unloaded AK47 with 4 empty clips and 120 rounds in boxes.