There's a drink in her hand that's cool to the touch but burns all the way down. It's one she hasn't tried before and she makes a mental note to remember it for future reference. The bartender is a little worm of a man, quite literally, and she dismisses him once she finds the refreshment to her satisfaction.

Casting her eyes across the floor, she stops when she sees dark hair on a lithe frame and something akin to a smile graces her face.