Reea, three chairs down, keeps her head down so that her dark hair covered her face from view. In the dark lighting of the alley, the detail of that face was difficult to see, but at the table the pale complexion was apparent, as was the short cropped hair, brown to the point of being nearly black, which shaded that complexion. She was not beautiful, but neither was she ugly. To the eyes of a mortal her face was that of an average woman in her late twenties. Staying average was her lifesaver in most cases; that, mixed with her innate abilities of stealth and escape, helped her blend into even the smallest of crowds and become almost invisable.<br/><br/>From beneath the overhang of her dark hair, her eyes, a painfully average grey-green, flicked this way and that. Thin, gloved fingers fidgited with a button of her coat. Nervousness was in her nature, it had been even in her human years, and she never had been good at putting it aside, even in situations where she knew she had temporary safety. Also in her nature, was the tune of her ears, which, very like her bat pet, picked up on several conversations, almost without her realizing. Some people would call it nosiness, she called it caution; if the meeting happened to go sour, she would be one of the first to know, and those " polite" ones who didn't listan in would be left behind as she fled.<br/><br/>From the front of her collar, Rikit's favorite perch, a small bat head poked into sight and turned its ears to swiveling. Reea let the animal be. He could hear better then her.