If she has a CWP (Concealed Weapons Permit), she's allowed to keep her pistol, otherwise it's politely, but firmly removed and a ticket given to her for when she leaves. The maitre d' looks in the regestry, nods once. "Yes, your name is here. Right this way please.." He leads her to a table in a alcove. It's surrounded on three sides by walls, a plate glass window and hanging plants, giving it a pleasant comfy feel. It ialso has a good view of the front door and the kitchen doors, not a coincidence.  At the table sits a black woman. Young looking, she's wearing a elegent gown that could work as a business or casual wear outfit. Her short hair is piled up on her head, wiht a few curls cascading down to the sides of her neck. She looks up from the small computer ( a multi powered laptop. powerful little thing) she's working on, and smiles.<br/><br/>"Welcome, Michelle. I'm Black Knight. Pleased to meet you." She raises her hand to shake, "Please sit and order. The meal's on me. I expect several others soon."