[The intern grabs a greasy snack, pops it in his mouth, and after a long and slow chewing session, lies back in his seat, seemingly done with his part of the story.

Silco knows best, after all. Taryon must trust his advice on this.]

So... [He leans on his elbows, eyes fixed on the other.] How did it go? Did you find the coffee you needed? I would think there are a ton of chain shops in a popular area.

[Taryon gets a shrug in response. Surprisingly, not that many places are open later at night. The nearest Kryptobucks was several blocks away, and the intern thought to hope there was something closer.]

Like what?

[A name is given: a local place called Aki Coffee that was listed as a neighborhood highlight, but it was closed that very day.]