He shrugged. "Not quite sure yet. There's a bar down the street, figger we could start there." A pause, momentary backtracking as he thought this plan over, and the thought process was almost visible. A minor snag, although not one he was too concerned about; if he was more morally inclined it might have been otherwise, but he was Gael and therefore not burdened with an over-abundance. Curiosity only, a question because he knew it should be asked and if he didn't it might make problems later. "...You old enough to be in a bar?"