The superhero didn't even look up. He merely grunted or nodded, his eyes fixed on the bottom of his glass. To these people, personal information was a weapon. They lived in a world of secrets and shadows; they weren't going to pour their hearts out to a cloud of mist.
"I'm approaching this like a therapist when I should be approaching it like a bard," Thomas realised. If he couldn't get the customers to talk, he would make them listen.
He dove into the ship's interface, his fingers flying through the "Scripting" sub-menus. He began to dump every fairy tale, legend, and cinematic plot he could remember from Earth into the Barman's logic core. But he didn't just copy-paste them; he adapted them, adding layers of mystery and "spiritual" metaphors that would appeal to the inhabitants of this world.
