"He must be a lucky guy...", Eric replied to her with a wink. The young man walked her back to the bar and ordered them both Heinekens. "So what's got you in the city here, Victoria?" he asked as they sipped their beers. "By your accent you're really from Europe as well." The man studied the girl in front of him. She had long brown hair, it hung in a braid down her back. She was wearing a white top kind of like a pirates shirt with a brown buckled corset, black jeans, and brown knee high boots. She looked graceful yet... dressed for war. What did she do for a living? The male though to himself what a girl like this could possibly be mixed up in to dress so peculiarly. Granted, he realized soon after that he himself was also dressed very oddly compared to most people. It's not everyday someone walks the city with nothing but an open trenchcoat covering their torso with their bare chest out...