"Do I ask where I'm going?"
"Does it matter?"
Hanlon shrugged. "Not especially. Just curiosity."
"Then it won't particularly bother you if we ... uh ... keep your destination a secret for a while?"
"Not in the least, if you want it that way," he yawned indifferently. But his mind was so anxious he had trouble not letting it show in his face or eyes. How was he to get that location? He thought swiftly, and conceived a possibility.
"Your bar here serve Cola?"
"What is that?"
"A soft drink very popular on Terra and many other planets. I'd like to take a case with me, if it's allowed."
"I see no reason against it. I never heard of it, but you might ask the bargirls."
"I can get it at the Golden Web if you don't have it here. I had some there the other night."