...of a noodle bar near the launch . The bar is empty, the customers having realised what the owner apparently hadn't: screwing with Yeat is more trouble than it's worth. Actually, the man put up a near suicidal show of resistance, and only shut up when Yeat held his face over a pan of frying food. Yeat pokes a set of chopsticks into the pan, securing a tasty-looking morsel while the man wriggles under his grip. He waves the food to cool it while his prisoner stutters out apologies.
"There, that wasn't difficult, was it?" Yeat lets go of the man, who staggers upright. "I think I'll eat here tonight."