The woman looks curiously at Roam.  "I'm Mega, and I read the bones around here.  The boys went out hunting earlier, so if we had a storm, no doubt we'd have tracks...  Keesh, Thelis, you see anyone out there earlier?  Or your argos pick up anything?"

Two of the men one table over shake their heads slightly and take drinks out of their tankards, though a third one is looking at Roam walking around the room.  Staring almost.

"Guess not," she says, furrowing her brow.  Mira looks visibly upset, and Mega gestures her over.  "I'm sure he must be somewhere."  Mega gets the attention of the half-dozen men sitting at the tables.  "Boys, go see if you can find this girl's brother.  Little brother I guess, right?  You look pretty worried," she says, addressing the last to Mira.  The men at the tables get up, some reluctantly, and file out of the tavern, scattering through the streets of the village.  That leaves the two people at the bar, and the bartender.  "They'll do what they can for you.  Now, why were you out there?"

Mira hesitates, but then starts to tell a story of how she was caught in a terrible storm, and was separated from Quill.  She was hurt, and by the time she'd woken up, he had been taken and there were tracks.

She did not, Roam notes, say anything about the time terror.

Mega purses her lips and nods.  "That's a sad, sad thing.  Let me send up a signal to one of the other little places around here; it's possible someone else saw something."  She waves to the man with the shaved head, and tells him to go to the signal tower.

Mega continues to speak with Mira in a low voice.  But as she does so, the young man at the bar, and the elderly barkeep, keep looking out the door or down at something behind the bar, respectively.

Roam notices the man staring and nods to the man.  As they others get up to search and signal the other settlement, Roam places a hand on Mira's arm. "Mira why don't we sit and have a drink.  Once there is a signal from the other settlement I'm sure we will hear something about the boy."

Roam signals to the bar man for two drinks and waits.  He keeps his eyes steady and watches the bambiraptor with his peripheral vision.  Roam swishes the drink a lot and raises it to his lips, but actually drinks very little.
"Mega, what was the function of this place?  Is it originally SATI or a break off from one of the cities?"

Roam starts to lean on the bar a little more, as if starting to feel the effects of the drink.

Mira looks reluctant to abandon any action that would take her away from searching for her brother, but Roam had helped her, and she couldn't do this on her own.  She sits gingerly at the table, eyes darting around the room.

Mega listens to Roam and gives a small shrug.  "It was a research outpost way back when, but I guess they either never found what they were looking for or this site wasn't what they needed.  There's not a whole lot going on here but hunting, brewing, and recording the weather.  We keep good records about the weather, tracking time anomalies and whatnot wherever we find them," she says.  "Fair amount you can do if you know a storm's coming and run the info down the line."

Mira stiffens a little as Mega is talking, and pinches Roam under the table.  "Jase!" she whispers.  She points under the table, and Roam can see she's pointing at the little bambiraptor snuffling in the hallway, now trying to quietly dig into a wall.  Jase, you recall now, was the name of her brother Quill's pet bambiraptor.

Roam shook his had slightly at Mira.
"So are you able to forecast the anomalies and predict them?  Did you know the anomaly this morning would show there?"
Roam scratched at his stubble.  He picked up his drink, swished it around then put it back down before pointing at Mega.  "I'm sure that would be worth a lot, if you could accurately predict the anomalies."

Mega waggles her hand slightly, showing uncertainty.  "It's an ongoing process.  Even after fifty years we're lucky to get a good probability and a compass quarter rather than a precise time and coordinates.  There was a good probably for one this morning; that's why the hunters were out there.  Figured they could go check the trap spots and see if our math was right at the same time.  They found one, so good on our algorithms this time!"

Mira is clearly trying not to squirm in her seat, wanting desperately to go to her brother's dinosaur, but still willing to listen to Roam's advice on this hunt.