Az walked up to the bar just waiting for someone to give her a reason to lash out at them.  She looked around for any acceptable mate, a feral male among the mostly human population.  She wanted a real man, not one of these humans.  When she got up to the bar, she asked for a strong drink.  "Can I have a bath?" she asked the bartender.  She always asked for when she came here so he was probably already getting one ready.  "And am I the only catfolk here tonight?" she asked.