There's a slightly overweight twentysomething with bushy sideburns sitting with his elbow propped against the bar. He lifts his glass and sighs deeply.

"I'm thinking today's a Black Label day today, Jim."

"I'd be inclined to agree, sir," Jim says.

"Well, you would."

"I would as well, if I knew what that meant," remarks the leather-clad huntress in a seat further down the bar.

"Means I need a drink," the mun says. "What do you think, Kane?"

The bald man at the other end of the bar rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to his EVA display.

"Too cool for this party, huh? Have it your way, then."

The mun takes another sip. "Yup. Black Label day."