"Alright, alright, let's see..." Joanne ran a hand through her hair, looking for a jack-in point, but not really finding one anywhere. "Wait, that coffee shop, it's an 'internet' cafe, right? It should have one..."
"Should we really be here?" Traceur asked, looking about his surroundings. He clenched his fist and opened it several times. His arm still felt tired after that incident. Sighing, he prepared to be jacked in.