Shortandy seems to be the name of the district you're in by the signs and you find a place you point out to Roach to stash the car while he works on it. The bar seems quiet dead considering the time of day and the silence on the road this makes sense. Someone comes to serve you and the priest gets a beer. Woolfe realizes it's been a while since he ate. Once you're settled the barkeep seems to go in the back to handle things leaving you it seems on an honor system to not bail on your tab. Likely from him looking at the priest collar on the bar and figures he probably doesn't want to know what's causing a priest to drink this time of day.
"So... this isn't really what I was expecting. I was just going to show you people the area, but then there was the car jacking and the guns, and the Russian, were they mafia? And the shooting, and the screams, and the violence... and the death..." he rambles taking a pull of his beer and staring off in contemplation.
"What is going on?" he asks exasperated.
OOC:
SA will be MIA for a few months it seems, You know as a point of contact he knows some things about the world most don't in this case you know although you're 'green' as an agent he's totally out of the know right now on what's going on.