Being the more diplomatic of his traveling party, Keane had decided that today? He was getting some damned answers. He'd come to regret attempting it all on his own though, and thought that he really should have brought Res. For two reasons, really. One, she would probably have a much easier time flirting her way into information. Two, maybe she wouldn't have come to meet some crazy git who decided the appropriate course of action was to send her goddamn sex poetry. That Keane probably should have sent her himself ages ago. Stop the ship, Keane wanted off. Only in a slightly less shark-infested place.
He'd headed into the netless net cafe to check his account again -- even if he knew there was no bloody point -- and noticed the man with the badge from earlier looking quite perplexed. "Lemme guess. Where's Waldo?"