Walking the dirty streets you dodge several passers by as they light cigarettes and watch small glowing hand-held monitors. You weave your way along your new surroundings. Most of the stores have closed and the rain seems to get heavier and cold like a dark ink that momentarily stains you. Finally along the side of the dark street you see the glowing sign of Logan's Bar

You find an open table with a terminal menu on the side, glowing like little green fires are selections you can make to entertain yourself as you wait for service: