Ash just figured out the problems that the guys from his gang got into. He is sitting in some musty bar, the paint on the walls of the room has peeled off, and the tables and chairs are worn out. He is sitting at the bar counter, on a high chair, twirling a can of beer in his hands, and there is an open pack of chips on the bar counter. He is deep in thought about something, but still does not lose his vigilance.