Claire pushed the entrance door slowly open. Her small frame creating a much larger shadow into the more dim building. Her dress was in the same condition it had been yesterday when she first entered the tavern, which is to say it was nothing more than a glorified rag at this point. She had one hand pulling on a strap of her travel bag to support it's weight. Her hair was in a frayed frenzy and she didn't seem to really mind. The most "done up" part of her was the sash on around her waist. Looking very nearly pristine it was tied in a large bow behind her back. The only reason it wasn't completely filthy was because she usually had the other side turning outwards, but hey, everyone wants to look good once in a while. Her face had dirt on it, but that didn't seem to bother her. 

Ignoring most others as she walked, Claire paced the floor, heading straight towards the bar. She let the weight on her shoulders fall to the ground. Taking a seat beside her luggage she rested her arms on the counter, her body seemed to sag down and her eyes followed. She sat is silence for a small time, before letting a sigh fall loose. She had eaten here yesterday, but that was quite late, and she didn't yet have the means to stay the night in the tavern. Alleys can be quite comfortable if you get used to it. 

"I would like to have something to eat please...if you have the time." She asked dryly to Bernard. The stoic man quite obviously didn't seem to move when she sat directly in front of him. "Sorry for the trouble..." she added immediately after. She looked up the man with a soft yet somewhat devoid gaze. Lingering for no longer than a second, it left him though, and went to search the place. She needed to take up some missions...something a bit bigger, to be useful. But she didn't want to try anything such as that alone.