No. She definitely didn't belong in that place. It seemed... dirty. And cheap. The cheap part was all right. But the idea that everything in there was dirty made the young woman slightly restless.<br/><br/>The voice coming from the corner and stating whoever was calling out would vouch for her made the woman's eyes glance at the man, just to check if she knew him. As it turned out she did not, the gaze returned to the barkeep. "All right", her voice was soft and almost shy. "There you go", she murmured, showing her ID without actually handing it to the man.<br/><br/>Fighting the urge to leave that place, she decided she might as well order something, having entered the place already. "Just a beer, please. If you have a can, it would be better".<br/><br/>She looked over her shoulder one more time. "Should I be worried about him?". The question was made in an intonation somewhere between fear and a bit of amusement.