Nikolai's head jerked up. He turned on the bar stool, looking at Edon from a few yards out, "You know the city?" He asked. Jett tossed the plate aside for Jim to luckily catch it as he turned to Edon with Nikki J.

Edon glanced to Nikolai. He held up a finger, then patted down his clothes before reaching in his pocket and pretending to pull out something. The old man held up the imaginary object:

"Hey, look, I found your nose! It was in my business."

The old man took another sip of his drink.

Nikolai narrowed his eyes, "That's Jett's free drinks your taking, you know," He retorted, "You owe it to us to talk."

"Yeup..." Edon clicked his tongue, holding up the bottle, "It tastes better when it's free."

The old man exhaled, "And yeah... I know my way around. I don't live anywhere, so I live everywhere. Riveting, I know."

Nikolai chuckled, looking the old fuck up and down, "Guess I'll have to remember that," He turned back around, sipping on a drink of his own. The bartender looked from him to Jett.

"Bar closes soon, you want a room, gonna have to upstairs at some point." the bartender said.

"Hm? A drone? Like a small robot thing?" Mercy put down her glass and scratched her cheek, before she grinned and answered. "Sure we could do that, just tell me whatcha need, and I'll make that happen."

"Oh," Elyss was a bit surprised when the glass of milk arrived. She was engrossed with the change of music that she was clapping as well at the end. "Thank you, Mercy," she said graciously.

She held the glass with one hand absently, then peered back to the stage.

Mano notices the milk. "Huh. I am kinda thirsty." He goes about drinking it while enjoying his cake, alternating between the edibles and the tech.

The small boy placed down his canister so that he could use both of his hands. He held his hands up to encompass his head. "About that big, and it can fly so that he can go anywhere with me." Then he picked his canister back up and continued drinking, before pausing to add another soft squeak of, "Please?"

"Hm...Okay..." Mercy began to look around to find an item of appropriate size, but at the same time, she didn't want to ruin any of the nice furniture. "There's nothin' really here that I could use, without infuriating the owner even further..." She looked at Jim, that seemed to be absolutely done at this point. "Welp..." She sprung up, almost knocking down the chair she was sitting on. "Lets find something outside... Hey Mano! Manic!..." Mercy yelled across the bar. "...We're making a tiny Orwell! Wanna come along!?" Without waiting for the response, she encouraged Edward with a gesture of her hand, and pretty much left the bar running.

Mano looks up. "Tiny mech? Sounds fun!" Finishing off his cake and milk, he cleans up his parts and heads outside with them. "This is exciting!"

"Why hello Madam Mercy and Master... I'm sorry I never got your name." His camera looked from Mercy to Mano then finally to Edward who trailed behind. "Hello Master Edward, did you enjoy your cake?" The boy nodded vigorously. "I'm glad, now I assume by the fact you two are out there that Master Edward was able to tell you his request? Well done Master Edward, you're progressing well." The boy walked past Mercy and Mano and whispered to Orwell then made his way to the hatch. After a short sigh, Orwell asked the other two. "Master Edward would like to ask what you two would require to create a smaller vessel for me. He has a stockpile within the mech you are welcome to use." The small boy took another slurp then opened the hatch and climbed down. "So what do you require?"

Elyss waved goodbye at the duo that left her and then went back to listening. She didn't mind being left alone, she had the music to accompany her anyway. She brought the glass of milk up to her face mask's slit and allowed the straw to poke through. She drank in small amounts, savoring the taste.

Its been a while since she had milk. She set the glass down and sighed. Its been awhile that she's been this long with people, she thought. She placed her hands onto her lap and longingly looked up to the ceiling as the music blurred in the background. Was she even trying to be accepted in the group? Eventually they'd find out... and here she was still trying to hide it.

She set her head onto the table, using her arms as a pillow. She stared into the milk glass absently as the tune allowed her to drift away in thought.

"Hi Orwell! I just need anything of...well...that size." Mercy put her hands up, mimicking the measure Edward showed her earlier. "Can't be empty though...also...'S just Mercy, really. Don't bother with that whole 'madam' thing. Makes me feel like someone important or something..." She smiled and put her hands on her hips, looking around for an alternative if Ed happened to not find anything.

"I see... Master Edward did you hear that?" Orwell's query was answered by a clang. "Seems like he found a suitable piece." The trio heard a small clash followed by a few more before the mech went silent again. "Seems like can't fit it through the hatch. Please a moment." The roar of a saw echoed out of the hatch and then the scream of it shredding through metal. "Master Edward be careful please." Orwell mumbled then the saw went quiet. "Nice cutting Master Edward, I will clean up the scraps." The hunk of metal was pushed through the hatch and dropped onto the floor. It wasn't in the shape of a sphere, rather it was a cube, but it was cut smooth. Edward's head popped out and he whispered something that Orwell repeated. "Is that good enough, Ma... Miss Mercy?"