Ianthe gave Vladsti a curt thank-you as she climbed out of the Runner. Walking toward the building purposefully, if still a little gingerly -- the soreness between her legs lingered, even with her regenerative gene-mods -- she allowed the crowd's suspicious looks to slide right off her; she wasn't here to start trouble, just for a room, and so made a show of keeping her hands away from her sides, where someone might imagine she was going for a gun. Inside, she carefully narrowed her mental perception, to avoid the usual headache from touching so many other minds at once. Rather, she prioritized "listening" for potential threats within a few meters of her.<br/><br/>She stepped right up to the bar, offering the Zax bouncer what she hoped was a disarming smile before speaking to the Goz bartender/concierge.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Hi. I'm looking for a room. Heard this was the best place in town to get a bed, a clean shower, someplace I'm not going to get randomly murdered, and no questions asked. Anything available?"</span>By way of demonstrating she wasn't a penniless transient, she rested her forearm on the countertop, letting her sleeve peel back enough to show her wrist-computer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>