[With narrowing eyes Takasugi raises his hand to gesture subtly to a man who looks as if he's had too many.] That one owns a failing bar - he can't keep his employees for longer than a few months.

The man to his left, the one wearing blue, is a hobbyist who collects weapons from other planets in the J. [His smile grows.] Just for display, of course. [Not.

Takasugi leans back in his chair, hand falling to rest on the counter, his demonstration completed.] My work frequently brings me to venues of all persuasions. Some people leave an impression, some don't - I could write a contact list for you, but only a few have funds to spare.

[If Rhys wants aid in other areas, however...]