<div class="floatleft">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/golden-eyes.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Meztli<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: Shadow<br/><strong>Status</strong>:  Normal, if unnerved.<br/><hr/><br/>Meztli turns up in good time, with no outward indication of her unease. She settles for a cup of something that sort of smells like tea, and at least warms the hands, even if she's not sure if she's actually going to drink it. "This feels like a deep pit of trouble." She mutters, sitting carefully before folding her hands around the cup.<br/><br/>Comparative anonymity of the booth or no, she doesn't remove the mask. She doesn't feel safe enough here to do that. Not really unusual, for her. "I have heard some of these names, with nothing good attached." Her fingers draw a brief, meaningless sketch over her cup, knowing her unease is audible, she falls silent, half-hoping one of the others will say something reassuring, something that will let her pretend she is wrong.