Starr watched the girl as she drank her second shot.  The numbing of the alcohol had started to take effect, as Starr felt the pain of last night slowly ebbing away.  This girl... there was something different about her.  She seemed unsure of how to respond to a simple toast; quite an odd quality for someone her age.<br/><br/>Was she even old enough to drink?  She'd noticed she'd ordered a glass of wine, and the bartender failed to check her ID.  Then again, by the looks of this place, he was probably just glad to have a paying customer.  Clearly, this pub needed the money.<br/><br/>The girl's attire still obscured her feline features, so Starr had no idea exactly what she was dealing with here.  The sunglasses and thick cloak told her that something was up, though.<br/><br/>"What, is your face on a wanted poster or something?"  Starr chuckled a bit.  "I'm Starr."  She extended her hand, pushing the now empty shotglass away from her.  She didn't need anything else to drink tonight.