The woman's stern face cracked up into a smile. "Really? Yes, Adam mentioned he'd be getting a new partner. My name is Alana, I run this establishment. Nice to meet you." The woman's attitude sure had changed fast. He nodded in the direction of a table further in. "You'll find him there."<br/>Gina now noticed that all the pictures on the walls portraid cops in all sorts of situations. As she made her way towards the table, faces that just recently had given her hostile stares now gave her polite nods as she walked by.<br/>Adam Pulcifer was a slim man with a bit over average height. He had sandy hair, blue eyes, and he did in fact have glasses, wich were modest yet extremly stylish. His dark blue coat was hanging over a chair. On him he had a knitted, dark green vest, underneath it he had a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His tie was tucked into his vest, and he had his badge clipped onto his belt. He was leaning his chair so far back that it looked like he would tip over any second now, his feet rested against the table. He seemed to be deeply concentrated on the paper he was reading, and now and then he marked something down on it with his pen. A pint stood on the table, about 1/3 filled with Guinness. He somehow managed to look both propper, casual and relaxed at the same time. His clothes were, just as his glasses, both modest yet stylish, and probably quite expensive. She could see how that rubbed some people the wrong way. He was actually quite handsome, and Gina found it hard to guess how old he was. No later than his early thirties, probably.<br/>He didn't seem to notice her as she made her way towards his table.