Okay. So. No one wants to answer the big guy with the bullet hole in him. Or in his shirt. Understandable. The girl behind the counter doesn't seem too bothered by my appearance though which means that she's used to weird stuff. That can be good or bad.

She's attractive in that way where you can't pin down if she's more pretty or cute. Part of me instantly suspects a trap, because that's exactly the sort of person I'd send after me to put me at ease. So, still not sure if this is heaven or hell.

"I have a thick head, I'd be more worried about the ceiling," I said as I step over to where she is and sit down. "Don't suppose I can get a Coke?"