The small club that she found was nothing compared to those that she had frequented in Greece.  She stepped inside before then moving to the back of the club and finding a seat.  She didn't normally frequent such a place but she needed a distraction and this was going to be it for her for now.<br/><br/>The small pub was not as quite as busy as she would have liked but she would be able to hear more of the conversations from the shadows that she was able to manipulate.  She crossed her legs and the cloak fell from her thighs and revealed the leather pants underneath.<br/><br/>She ordered a wine, though she wouldn't drink it.  It would twill in the glass and give her something to do with her nervous hands.  She hadn't had contact with her mark in a bit.  Perhaps they had changed their mind.  She perused that idea as she considered the pub occupants.