[ Yata shrugs, just as confused. What do they need that has them so desperate?

Just then, a scrawny man is thrown out the door and hits the opposite metal wall before sliding onto the ground, unconscious. From his hat and greasy apron, one could clearly tell he was a cook. He reeks of fish.

The man continues: ]

It's our boss, see? She ran into a little trouble with the Pussycats.

[ Yata cuts in. ]

Hold up. Ah... it's not that we don't wanna help you, but what kinda gang calls themselves the Pussycats?

[ The man lifts his head and lets out a stupid chuckle. ] Sometimes we call 'em the Pu—

Save it. Get to the fucking point!