It had taken Zaniyah a little longer than she'd thought to find the place. The young woman muttered something in Nahuatl under her breath. Judging by the expression on her face, it probably wasn't anything anyone wanted to hear. When she stepped into the bar though, her face was perfectly composed.<br/><br/>A jacket concealed her tattoos. Under it she wore a T-shirt with the logo of the college she was still technically enrolled in, even if she had taken a bit of a hiatus from her studies given recent events. Dark blue jeans and a well-worn pair of tennis shoes completed the look. A pair of simple rhinestone studs adorned her ears and she wore a necklace that Heather had given her on their first anniversary.<br/><br/>Her nose twitched. There were a lot of other smells in the air but some of them she recognized. Tlaloc had given her a crash course in certain things, including the various scents attached to other pantheons. Was it a coincidence? She doubted it.<br/><br/>Zaniyah glanced around. There were quite a few people there.<em>Maybe I could just wander around until I find the source of the scents... and then what?</em>Her dad hadn't given her any idea of what to expect when she arrived at the appointed place at the appointed time. Once again she muttered something in Nahuatl, this time about her father. And it definitely wasn't complimentary.