"The previous owner, Samuel Reyes-" She tapped on the slightly curled photo she'd pinned above the bar. It was of an older man standing behind this very same bar, smiling at them. "-got sick and couldn't make his payments, so the bank seized it, because bloody banks, right?" She shook her head. "So they just had it sitting in their assets, with every other piece of stolen wealth and property that the poor common folk couldn't hold onto. So," she said, taking a sip of her beer, "I went into their systems and I stole it back for us. For the common man," she added with a smile.
From in her pocket she fished out a key. "That's your copy, for the back door." She pointed towards the front of the bar. "I'm keeping facade all boarded up - don't want to draw any extra attention."