<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v50/BriarRose/RP%20Characters/Reel%20Peeples/4f7e8a87-1105-4493-97b9-3c029eb6890c_zps70265bce.jpg)</div>Luckily Chan seemed completely willing to let Kamala steer him into a booth in the darkened bar. True to the descriptions, she saw a small number of children wandering around the place, though most looked bored or lost, and she suspected they would just as freely be allowed into the other bars if they tried hard enough. If her situation were just a little bit different, she would be rounding them up at first sight, and she felt a pang of guilt as she sat down and focused her attention on the man in front of her. "I used to not be the kind of person to believe in signs," she mused. The waitress arrived before she could say more, and she finally placed an order for that Cosmo after Chan's Kamikaze, listening to their gossip with one ear and a smile that turned to a laugh at his reaction.<br/><br/>"A medical conference," she replied to his question, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs underneath the table. "If I hadn't been prepped for it, I would have been rather confused by the locale. I'm pretty sure the topic is gene therapy, which is not the first thing that comes to mind in this hotel. It's kind of...distracting." Her eyes were captured by a passing waitress who seemed to be wearing more a tea towel than a toga, with the front part connected to the back part by delicate gold chains.<br/><br/>She blinked, and then looked back at Chan, "But I was told to expect strange things, and you are that. Well, not strange, but remarkable. What are you, exactly?" She suspected he was like her, but the supporting evidence was far from conclusive. In her first meeting with her father, he'd told her there were others, but Kamala had never met one; most of her experience with the divine world had been with scavengers picking up on the scent of the divine. They were easy enough to outsmart or distract, but she'd started carrying a firearm anyway. Chan didn't resemble any of them so much as he did her, and Ganesha had advised her she would be meeting with other scions on this trip. Still, making assumptions had been drilled out of her sometime before her eighth birthday.