River had given up on getting back to “life” a long time ago. She didn’t know how she died other than that it was quick and in a fight. Here her scars from many previous won battles remained. Reminding her that she was once a fierce warrior in the city she protected. Though, what could a mob boss have to protect? It was complicated to say the least. She often wondered what happened to her partners, R and Shrike. No use in pondering it any longer. The time that passed here was nonexistent so it was useless wondering how much time passed in her reality.<br/><br/><br/>She had chosen to visit the hotel as a last resort to find some comfort in this place. As a bit of a self soothing habit she combed through her maroon hair, which was done back in a high ponytail that nearly reached her knees. A hazard in battle she kept just to spite R. Relocating herself to the bar she simply waited, observing all who were visible to her. Of course, there was no one she recognized. A bitter truth she had to cope with while here. There would be no faces she recognized or cared for.<br/><br/><br/>Her unusual eyes were distant with her thoughts. Blue, green, and brown were broken apart in her irises. A birth defect she had often hid in her early life. But embraced as she grew older as something unique to her. Though when there was any noises behind her she would swiftly turn her head, her instincts still sharp as ever. Each time lightly patting the sides of her large coat as if to remind herself she no longer carried weapons and that in this place fighting was useless