<div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John Smith<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Inspector<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Sept. 15, Mid-Afternoon----Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liliana, Open<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>John would move from the Tranquil serenity of the green courtyard, and Mara's company to continue his inspection with the Cafe's bar area being the next upon his list. Listing to the faun express her opinions on the Cafe was refreshing, and gave John an insight to the overall feelings of those working at the cafe. A haven for those not meant to be seen by human eyes. The Door to the Bar opened with nary a sound lest it betray the peaceful afternoon and the beginnings of Evening as the sun sank in the west to begin it final leg before Night can blanket the city.<br/><br/>Entering the Bar, John stood at the bar and let his gaze slowly take in the sight. The tables strategically placed so that the Servers could move between even with the room full of patrons with minimal disturbance of clientele. Right now the chairs were up, and the place was empty. Waiting for the Bartender to come and familiarize him, or her,self with the Bar's compliment to anticipate the night's guests orders.<br/><br/>Though as his eyes turned towards the stage that dominated one of the four walls of the Bar, he saw a young woman caressing the stage like a old friend. Apparently the room wasn't as empty as he previously thought. Who was this woman? From first glance she appeared human, but that should be impossible cause of the extensive wards that Avynn, and his<em>benefactor</em>put in place. So that right there told him that this person was not Human, or not completely human. He would watch her movements a moment more as he discerned her origins. Given the lightened feeling to the Room's atmosphere, He correctly guessed she was at least partly Divine.<br/><br/>When Liliana turned around to face away from the stage she would see John Smith stand by the door. His feet shoulder width apart, and his hands clasped in front of him. Silent as a tomb. She may have memories of other men like him just hanging upon the periphery of her vision throughout her life. Only to disappear when she tried to focus upon them. Lingering like wisps of forgotten dreams that seemed to demand that she remember. The<em>Bureau</em>knew of the trespass from a Divine into the Human world as well as the relationship that he fostered with one Henrietta Sinclare. They were also aware of the result of that coupling in the form of the young woman that stood before John Smith now. Whether she had an inkling or not. The<em>Bureau</em>committed resources to prevent any organization tied to the Human side from trying to capitalize upon her gifts. If she never noticed, then that meant the Bureau done its job.<br/><br/>"Miss Liliana Sinclare." John stated with a professional monotone as his dark sunglasses would appear to absorbed the dim lights of the Bar. A greeting if you will for this unexpected encounter.