[Picking at people for a rise is part investigative reflex and part bad habit, and probably the reason most people don't like the pleasure of his company very much. But she's a tough girl. He watches her steadily as her expression twists, like he's waiting out the confirmation of a hunch.

In that case.]

I've got a place but not a name—there's a supplier planning on making a trade to the highest bidder tonight over on the east side. I think she'll talk but she's not due to show for a few more hours.

[And who knows where to find her until then. Which means there's still a few hours for things to go wrong. For her to get spooked or tipped off or intercepted or mugged and dumped into the undercity to rot. He can do his own footwork, trace back the chain of custody from vendor to intermediary all the way back to the militant powers-that-be. But that takes time they don't have. Which is why he's here.]