After watching one man and one djinn be let into the back room, Annelie had started to rethink her assumption that it was all a joke. And now a young djinn girl was talking to the bartender, speaking those words. Something was definitely going on here. She still wasn't convinced she hadn't gotten her letter by mistake, but whatever the case, it was a prime opportunity to get to the bottom of whatever was happening. If it was a crime brewing or some other malicious activity, she'd do her best to put a stop to it or at least report it to her superiors.

Stepping closer to the bar, Annelie signaled to the bartender that she'd like a moment of his time as soon as he was avaliable. She'd waste no time with riddles and get straight to the point, saying the password, and hopefully she'd be let in without a fuss.