Tristan, driving around in a police cruiser on empty, finally spots a gas station. He veers off the street to pull squarely up to the station's... only pump. Old-fashioned looking, too. Most of the competition has long since upgraded to multiple pumps in [s]clean[/c] quick, standard terminals. Tristan shrugs, mostly for himself.
Curiously, the Quick-Mart behind the pump looks relatively new. Must be in the middle of a long-needed update. It suits the grizzled cop well enough. He could use another cigar. Hell, throw in a coffee and he'd be all set. So he locks the squad car up and heads inside. Air conditioning works, thankfully. Staff even gives him a friendly greeting.
"I'm just going to get myself some coffee started." is his answer. He takes off his police cover and tucks it under his arm to free up his hands.