<strong>SJ Sunset</strong><br/>Sarah Jane paused for a moment and swallowed, the invitation was …well inviting, especially after what she had seen tonight. Though after another deep breath and keeping the huge Irish wolf hound close she opened the door and walked in. half her face was in shadow under her hood. And though rather ragged looking and a little dirty she was attractive.<br/><br/>The cat got a curl of her lip and she kept back Horlicks just in case this was someone’s pet. Her eyes passed over the room they appeared somewhat feral as she tried to hide her fear.<br/><br/>“So wot ve fack is vis ven? Anavver den of fackin’ weirdo’s.” Her accent was strong likely from London. Sarah Jane wondered whether to just do another runner right now to save time the night was becoming like some bad Horror film….<br/>