Send help.

The Gigantiar briefly scanned the bar, looking for her loathed host in the laziest way possible. When she failed to locate him Blackguard moved to far side of the bar, keeping her stride unusually short to avoid creating noise with her pedesteps, and sat at an empty table with her back to the to the door. If she could avoid seeing Swindle or being spotted him, and thus create the perfect excuse that they never saw each other and therefore could not go through with this dumb contest, then she could go home empty handed and happy.

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I'm sure ya do. 'Course, a stiff drink sometimes does the trick. So, just what is it that ol' Swindle could possibly offer me, and dare I ask what price?

::Greetings, my designation is Pavonine, Elite Warrior of the Decepticons. I have been doing some research, seeking a... certain kind of mecha. I've heard you are the best-of-the-best when it comes to purveying of goods. Are my sources correct?::

Nothing fancy or expensive or elaborate. Having some tricked out place would be cool, but really she just wants somewhere stable to stay grounded out until she kills over and rusts. Preferably a place that won't be totally destroyed by a random plague or war, like her last two homes.

I... Uh, yeah, thanks. A lot. But please don't call me that?

Valuable.