Doors of pub slid open, and young man stepped in. He wore rather exquisite clothes, with "Molly supporter" badge fastened to his chest. His gaze circled whole pub, and he started to write down someting on datapad that was hovering near him. As soon as data was written down, he went straight for bar. His steps measured, his posture brash.
"I am Daniel O'Shay. You may heard of me, or maybe not. Anyway, I am here to evaluate this pub of yours and gather some info."
Upon discovery of rather comfy looking barstool, Daniel sat and looked barkeep right into eyes.
"One pint of O'Haras. And some info on those mofos transporting plutonium and mox around, please."