Getting up quickly you head down stairs toward the bar, soon passing by another woman with dirty blonde hair who was heading up the stairs and to her room. You two exchange quick glances, but otherwise she keeps going her own way, not at all aware of your peaking.
Heading downstairs the bar is still fairly active, though seems to be winding down. The same bald handlebared mustache man is behind the bar counter, serving a drink a pair of regular unchanged people sitting on the end. Inside the bar, a group appears to be playing pool and another group playing poker, while a few other tables are occupied by small groups of friends simple socializing and drinking. Somewhat curiously you see a canine anthro girl you recognize from the convoy, though you never ended up talking too, serving drinks. Dressed in a simple tank top and tight short shorts its pretty clear like many she was just trying to make a few extra caps tonight to help recoup from the losses of losing all her gear on the road. You suppose if you really needed to or wanted too, you could consider such work in the future.
Alternatively though you could just head to the bar and get a snack or something. Maybe you could ask the bartender where he got a dog such as Kane?