Neptune sighed. As the night drew closer, he found himself getting hungry. There weren't many places he could eat while he was in duty, but the bar offered a deal where guards could eat for free as long as they stepped in and helped in any confrontation that occurred while they were there. He decided he'd save a penny and eat there, knowing full well what the conditions were. He stepped into the bar, immediately recognizing the people within. Mostly potential troublemakers, but a few were not. Namely the two who were to soon begin a conversation.

"High-cap power cells?..." Neptune muttered under his breath. A bit if a high goal to strive for, if he knew anything about power, which he did. He watched the man who spoke up out of the corner of his eye, in case an underhanded trade was in the works here in the bar. It wouldn't be surprising, considering that the bar is where the root of most of Neptune's problems arose.

"What c'n I do ya fer" the bartender said, snapping Neptune out of his trance. An older fellow who was missing most of his teeth. Neptune didn't blame the guy for his manner of speech, considering this.

"What do you have in stock as far as meals go, Sherm?" 

"Jus' gotta box fulla country fried steaks. Still good, ta. Surprising, ain't it?"

"Never had one before. If you're right about them still being good, I'll take that then. With some potatoes."

"Comin' up!"

"Thank you." Neptune looked around again, waiting to see if anything was going to happen. He couldn't help but feel as if he needed to get to know some people, but he moved from settlement to settlement so much that he just didn't bother anymore.