Kenya laughed lightly, she had to try to act like a normal person even though she knew he was a werewolf, and from his visual cues he knew she was one too. The other people in the bar could not know, her secret must be kept tightly shut. She knew hunters were everywhere, and one of the patrons might be one. Though most hunters knew the scent of a werewolf when they smelled it. But in a place like this, scents tended to be muted. She leaned on the bar, knowing that she needed for him to like her if he was going to help her like she wanted. But she had no clue about him, she would have to learn more.<br/>"I find it funny you would go to a crowded place to be alone. So tell me about yourself. Starting with your name would be good. My name is Kenya."<br/>She offers out her delicate hand to him, if one didn't know better she seemed far too fragile to be what she was.