Fluttering through the door in a whoosh of cool night air and practiced, athletic grace came a young brunette in jeans and a dark blue shirt.  Her heels clicked down upon the floor as she stepped in, letting her eyes adjust to the more dimly lit bar.  She didn't know what to expect, but then, she never did.  It kept her on her toes, but in some strange way that she couldn't describe beyond the hint of a smile, it also made things fun.<br/><br/>She took in a deep breath, focusing out the various scents of perfume, stale alcohol and encrusted tobacco stink in order to focus on the ichor of a Scion.  One by one, her eyes fluttered to some of the specific people of the bar, so far saying nothing but explaining with a look that she knew, just as she expected their knowledge as well.  It was important to recognize her allies, though not nearly as important as recognizing her enemies before it was too late.<br/><br/>Her purse shook and swung a bit more heavily than one would expect as she strode her way up to the bar, producing a trio of faded single bills and letting them flutter down to one of the cleaner spots on the bar.  "Surprise me," she said politely but impatiently.  "Keep the change."