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[ask_the_right_questions]

There's a man by the bar.

He's got his wallet out, and seems to be making a point to the bar.

"Put this on Bruce Banner's tab, please. And, I'd sooner you kept it anonymous, thanks."

Those with attentive eyes, will notice either the 4 $10 bills vanishing from the bar top, or maybe the $40 of credit that then goes onto the tab of one B.Banner.


"And I'll have a pint of Kopparbergs. No, not the cider, the beer."

So, there's one scientist, with a pint, at the bar. Eminently botherable.

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"That was really nice of you," says the attentive little tattoo'd monk boy in the saffron robes.

[spit_it_out]

Bruce has been keeping himself to himself since the incident with the cells a couple of weeks ago. But a man's got to eat, which is why he comes down around dinner time.

And immediately notices that his bar tab's lower. When you're on a budget, you keep track of these things.

'Bar? What's up with the bill?'

Nothing. He waits, but no. Nothing.

Frowning, he picks up his enchiladas and turns towards a booth in the corner. Which is when he spots Erik a little way down.

'Erik. Hey.'