Sandra took a deep breath, letting her eyes gaze over the area.  Her eyes drifted thoughtfully over the bar, staring from table to table and person to person.  Although her predatory instincts were up, protection razing through her peripheral vision to jump at the first chance of any sort of attack, her rational mind focused like a hawk for any sort of clues.<br/><br/>People were the same all over, America, Germany, or anywhere else when problems arose.  It wasn't really fair to call them "sheep" for their inability to comprehend their struggles, much less defend themselves when the stink of titanspawn brought itself to bear.  Each face caught her eye, turning her attention towards the people for a few moments and then looking away.  Emptiness and unease filled this area, but such feelings tended to be completely irrational, sometimes ignored, sometimes meekly fought against like a child trying to scream against the thunderstorm so that they wouldn't be afraid.  Those people she could ignore.  She wanted the people who knew what was going on, who had some reason in their eyes, some horror at what was going on in order to ask them what caused this malady.<br/><br/>(Attempting a stunt of either Perception+Empathy or Perception+Investigation (Same dice pool).  Trying to find someone who knows what's going on.)