Pitstop on Pittsburgh

[Toaster]

She couldn't argue with that. She was interested. Or at least curious about what Damian might have intended for her, be it business or indeed, as he claimed, purely social.

The city was surprisingly quiet, in the sense that traffic was scarce and there weren't any building-sized holo-advertisements blaring at the populace at ear-shattering volumes. Instead, there was the noise of small workshops, dingy bars, and the constant, distant roaring of manufacturing plants to contend with.

Damian's reassuring words seemed to be sincere, so Olivia allowed herself to look forward to a decent meal, regardless of the highly questionable and outright unpleasant location.

"I'll take your word for it," she said, wondering what sort of 'delicacies' a place like this would have to offer to.

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Olivia Sable