"Eh, that's classified information~." Smirking a tad, she made her way through the automatic doors to enter inside. Low-cut blue jeans hugged her ass nicely, as her leather jacket covered her up. Making her way to the elevator, Motoko would await for Kotaro to join her in there.

Buckling herself in, they'd proceed to drive to where she resided at. Of course, it wouldn't be more than a half hour to get to the hotel building where Motoko stayed at in seclusion. They then would park, and Motoko would turn the engine off as she exited the vehicle. "Section 9 has it's perks."

Getting up from her seat, Motoko would then go ahead and proceed to exit the bar, fully expecting the Taimanin leader to join her. She'd then proceed to get into a car, unlocking it for him to join her as a passenger. Rolling the window down, she'd look at him and say... "Get in~."

"Have you had enough to drink for the time being? I wouldn't mind walking you back." The cyborg then had a playful smirk on her face. "Walking you back to my loft, that is~."

Makoto then blinked a few times, sitting back in her chair as she started laughing uncontrollably. "You're a silly guy, and bold. Pretty unashamedly open, too."

"Stop beating around the bush here, what other stuff?" Leans into his face with her's, eyes piercing through his gaze.

"Yeah? What other things are we talking about? Hopefully not any illegal stimulants or what have you."

"Stressed? I suppose sometimes, but that just comes with the job. I mean, I'm a cyborg, I feel anxiety like anyone else does if it's not suppressed."

"Hmm... I see, so you've been around the world it sounds like. Is there anything else you want to know?"

She smirked back at his demeanor, seemingly enjoying his playful banter as if he was like a coworker. "You might say that," Motoko said with a soft hum. "Guess I'll be paying for your tab then~?"