It might not be the most necessary thing in the world, but that diner project has been going on awhile, and just like the diner, this bar was sitting around unused. So mom did what she knows best. The roadhouse we ran back home was more than just that, though.

[She smirks a little; it's a matter of pride, really.]

The place was damn near a fortress, stacked from top to bottom with everything we needed to protect ourselves from all the stuff that goes bump in the night out there. The new bar will be just the same. Reinforced and set up to be a damn good safehouse.