There wasn't much danger that Kelly could surmise from the bar. It was just overly clean. Though, it was a little hard to focus when someone as brutalized as Sato was in front of him. He had some sort of punished charisma going on. Either that or his senses were still yelling out that there was a 50/50 chance that Sato would still hock the glass at him.

[b]"Listen, I don't know shit about anything if you don't tell me what you're looking for,"[/b] Sato frustratedly said before he took a sip of the drink in front of him.

He paused for a moment to think as if recollecting some memories from a hazy stupor.

[b]"This brown wolf bitch covered in scars came in a month ago asking about the Saniwa and the floating district. Said she was a concerned citizen and that whole spiel. I didn't tell her shit and couldn't because I've been rotting away here for years. Plus, I'm not some bullshit kumbaya unionist so I wouldn't tell her even if I did know. If she did something, I'm no part of it."[/b]

The sheep demon still didn't speak, though she nodded to affirm what Sato said.