Cloud had not really been paying attention to most of the clientele at the bar, he'd come in to have a drink (and the place had surprisingly good stuff, somebody here musta been a brewer before the world wen up in a scream of demons) and let his muscles relax from the road.
However a young girl entering was enough to attract attention, she had a lost look on her face which was enough to poke at the part of him that had a weakness for kids in trouble. Somewhere the Father was laughing at him and saying something about karma.
"North of old Dallas," he told her. "Not quite to Oklahoma. Not sure, most of the signs are missing."