She shrugs as they approach the lobby.  Quitxi wasn't used to hanging out in public much; she tended to stick to the places she knew, for she was known there, as was her reputation... strangers frequently assumed that she and her partner were demoniac, or diabolical... well, as far as she knew, they were wrong... her partner [name please?] had always been gentle and caring with her, and though he fought like a demon she knew he was good at heart... like her, he was just a gifted hunter, spy, and killer.<br/><br/>"New places..? we'd have to go somewhere seedy, you know?"  Her voice was high and musical, and she grinned a little sneakily over her shoulder at him.  "Somplace where the low-lifes can rub elbows with the high-class without anybody saying anything."  She swung open the reinforced door to the street, and the two of them emerge into the streetlight and asphalt world they had been looking down upon a few moments before.  "I don't want strangers staring at me tonight."  She sighed.  "But I could use a few shots of tequila."<br/><br/>She laughs.  "So it's an underground bar, a strip club, or a gambling club for us, darlin'."  She allowed his longer stride to overtake her, then sped up to match his pace.  It was safer that way.