The door creaked open softly as a cautious eye peered into the tavern, it's owner had heard strange sounds from it's interior. Her eyes widened on the gigantic blue box and the mysterious people around it. Lady began to argue about staying overnight here just because of the customers alone. Pushing against the door slowly, Lady practically slid into the room with the mindset of silence. Instinctively she felt her way to an empty both... amongst every other empty booth, and quickly slouched into it. 

She decided it best to order her room with less people around. Why she felt so small amongst the crowd she couldn't fathom, Lady was a genuinely social figure... sometimes too social for her own good. Lady continued to watch people running out of the blue box, tapping her fingers against her table impatiently. With an idle mind she raised a hand up to her mouth; she froze upon seeing her naked arm. She twitched in fear at the burnt flesh, and again froze when she found the bandages clinging to the entrance door rather than her injury. 

A long line of wrap stretched from the door to her arm; she must have snagged it in the crack coming in. Lady panicked, and with a faulty subtle appearance she tried to pull her bandages back. When it remained stuck Lady began to breath anxiously. Using all the strength she could the wrap came undone: pulling the door itself and slamming it wide open. Lady quickly reeled in her belongings and scooted more into her booth. She quickly went to work on concealing her exposed flesh, growling to herself in frustration, no longer caring for her attempted transparency.