Viktor waved people through or turned them away with efficiency, keeping the line moving without getting the Entryway too overly crowded.<br/><br/>Eventually, the line moved up enough that Mare was next. Viktor had been eying her for the last five minutes, not quite sure how he should deal with her.<br/><br/>So he went with the standard. "ID, please." When she offered the license, he took it, glanced over it without even reading - he already knew she was old enough, checking the ID was more of a formality than anything else.<br/><br/>He frowned softly. She was trouble - maybe serious trouble. But at the same time... there'd been worse in the club in the past, and Security could handle her. He wasn't quite sure what she was, but he was quite certain that she wasn't just an ordinary human.<br/><br/>Handing the ID back, he growled, "What brought you to Noctune tonight, miss Tremblay?"