Garfield nods to the Sarge on his way out, "Yes sir! Round of drinks on you coming up. You three have fun on your trip."
When Gomoamov called her by that name, it took her a moment to respond to it, her ears unused to hearing it, in fact, the chestnut tips actually blushing.. soon followed under the racoon's mask of a broken nose.
Garfield gazed thoughtfully between the two men at her side, "As your doctor, I can't recommend that you do either." she pauses a moment, waiting for the groans. "However, the sarge did put me in charge with making sure that you got your round- so I'll make it happen." she looks at the datapad again. "So this Hoo-ters is right over here.." and begins to walk through the streets until she finds it.
"So Doctor Gomamov, what exactly are you a doctor of? You seem a bit of a polymath so far."