Hazel had never been more than an observer in new and possibly threatening environments, regardless of whether she was surrounded by humans or those of mythical descent. Perhaps that was why, after graciously accepting her drink, she leaned her elbows against the bar countertop and let her fingers run over the rim of her glass. Though her eyes appeared fixated on the pale drink inside the crystal cup, her mind caught and focused on each sentence spewed through the room. As she listened to the easy back-and-forth between guests, she finally lifted the damp glass to her lips and sipped heartily at the top. It was intriguing, and almost terrifying, the way Chance carefully and confidently shared the secrets of the place. When Brock went as far as to break the chair, following her goading, the redhead nearly leapt from where she stood with surprise. Wheeling around, her hip and side pressed into the counter, and she watched with amazement as the whole building appeared to take a deep breath and repair the damage created.<br/><br/>"Well that's an interesting and strong magic." Her voice was no more than a breathless whisper. Those without hearing close to hers might not even catch the syllables. She sipped from her drink once more, relishing in the feel of it down her throat as the others slowly returned to the comfortability as before, save Brock. And the newer arrival, who for all Hazel could tell, appeared human as well. His loud and boisterous demeanor was more than enough to derail her train of thought and keep her from gathering a focused scent from his direction after he'd set himself behind the bar. At the mention of rentable rooms, however, her attention was captured completely and she listened with diligence to the surprisingly easy way to acquire one such room. When it fell quiet for a moment, Hazel emptied her glass and turned towards Chance. She licked her lips before speaking. Her heels were already clicking softly across the wood as she ventured closer to find a key for herself.<br/><br/>"What if the rooms run out? Have they ever run out..?" She perhaps spoke with naivety; not much thought put into the questions. But Hazel had a knack for simplicity. She had questions and she needed answers. It was that easy in her mind. When she finally grasped a key from the box, she hummed with approval. "Yes. Cool." As long as the room had a clean bed and maybe a clean bathroom, she'd be more than thrilled. The shape-changer didn't know the last place she'd felt this safe within. And with the kind of protection spells upon the place, her instincts might even allow her a good night's rest. She tucked the key she'd claimed into her sweater pocket-no pockets available in her flowing dress-, the room number already memorized in her mind. Not quite ready to leave the compatible atmosphere yet, she slowly lifted her drink to her lips, tasting the cool glass against the tip of her tongue before the alcohol slipped down her throat.<br/><br/>With a satisfied hum, she finished the drink and slid the glass towards the back of the counter so she wouldn't knock it over. And perhaps so she could remember to attempt making herself a drink in a moment. Hip still leaned against the counter, she brushed some stray ginger-auburn hairs away from her forehead and let her gaze flicker curiously over the room's inhabitants, lingering on a few in particular. The senses that normally shrieked warnings and incessant pleas for escape were quiet, mostly buzzing at her instincts with an occasional whisper of curiosity aimed at those that mingled nearby.<i>What <b>is </b>this place? </i>She wondered.<i>And just how long can I get away with hiding here? Will they find me, even in a place so magically secure? </i>But the question was, even if they did find her.. would this place allow them to enact their will?