<strong>Season:</strong>Summer<br/><strong>Day:</strong>1<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Battle City, the Battle Bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/>----------------<br/>A tall, pale young lady fusses with her lavender hair as a waitress drops off her water, an oversized pretzel with cheese, and, as requested, extra napkins.  Her ankle length purple dress is more fit for a casual high class party than it is for the Battle Bar, but she sits there as if she is the most natural fit in the world.  The bag sitting by her foot has a singular pokeball resting on it.  Up until this point, she has entertained herself by watching various passersby and evaluating their outfits by her own standards, and she's not about to stop now.  Her red eyes scan the room carefully, until they stop on the boyish girl with the sparkly top.<br/><br/>She's never seen someone dressed quite like that, and she's learned a lot about city fashion already.  It is upon seeing her that she decides that she should perhaps engage in a little conversation.  Perhaps the sparkly tank top means this particular local is considered more fashionable?<br/><br/>And yet she sits apart from others...<br/><br/>How curious.  Politely eating her pretzel and savoring the tantalizing and deadly blend of table salt and whatever is in pretzel cheese, she makes sure her lips are clean before she steps over to the table where Nissa is sitting.<br/><br/>She finds herself coughing as she approaches Nissa at a slow and determined walk, but she fights to cover her mouth politely until she gets it under control.<br/><br/>Smiling once her little fit is done with, she says, "hello.  Are you also new to the city?  My name is Valentina."