The sound of an explosion came outside, along with some screaming. Soon enough the door opened and in walked this woman with the crazy glowing pink eyes and loaded heavily with weapons and grenades. A few eased a bit and glanced at her nervously, and others seem to do a double take, checking their list's of bounties to find her on it. The signal had taken her here, it was obvious her lover boy had been here...but where was he now, she wondered. Walking up to the bar she ignored the large thing nearby and spun around on her stool. The tracking device only worked at a certain distance. So while she knew he was here, she wasnt too sure where...besides him not being in the bar in general.<br/><br/>Though she wasnt the least bit stable, she knew how to handle civilized people. So she tapped the bar with two fingers and motioned a bartender over. She would order a drink, that way she could show she wasnt a layabout. And then she would milk them for information, since classically bartenders had a knowledge base about them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>