As she rounded the last flight of stairs she slowly slides the pack of smokes from her front jacket pocket and the classic brass zippo lighter from her slim, bony hip and lit it accompanied by the sound of the closing door ahead. Inhaling deeply the rich flavors as she crosses the landing and opens the door.<br/><br/>With her blond hair parted down the middle she lowers the frames of her dark glasses slightly, eying the strangers gathered before her she removes the cigarette from between her crimson lips and scans the peoples faces and the contents of the decaying room. Cocking her head to the side a bit she exhales her last drag.<br/><br/>"I take it this is the right place then?" she asks slyly as she moves slowly through the smoke to the tables edge.