Aura loved to people watch, it always brought with it new insights and fun stories. Bars were, she had found, great places to people watch as drunk people often made for the butt of the funniest jokes. It was because of this she sat in a corner, watching over the bar's denizens, sipping at a water and yet still giggling like a drunk as she thought of all the new material she was getting from this. Some of the bar's denizens, well most really, were quite wary of the short, giggly girl with a rifle in the corner, most assuming she was a tipsy mercenary who probably had an itchy trigger finger. Not that she could blame them, one's natural assumption would never be that the armed girl wouldn't hurt a fly until she had to. Aura was always a little disappointing that people didn't approach her with her rifle, she loved to talk after all, but she understood completely. After all, she figured she'd never want to approach a random armed person, even if said person was short and quite cute, if Aura did say so herself!

Looking around, it didn't take Aura long to notice that several of these people looked quite scary. Some were big and muscular, quite the contrast to Aura's own diminutive height. Others had obvious weapons that would be much better in the confined quarters of the bar than Aura's scoped rifle. Some were just...off, though in a way Aura couldn't easily identify. In the end, she supposed it didn't matter much either way, after all as long as she didn't cause any trouble surely none of them would give her any. "[color=00a651][i]After all, if you [b]treet[/b] people [b]pine[/b], you can make new [b]fronds[/b][/i][/color]" The passing thought made Aura giggle again, after all tree puns were her favorite jokes of all. She wasn't really sure why, it wasn't like punny wordplay was part of her upbringing, so she just assumed that she was that way for no great reason. It was an assumption she worked on for most of her traits, up to and including her physical appearance.

"And here's to you, arse holes!"

Her eyes were drawn to the loud, raucous declaration and she spotted the man prcolaiming it, much taller than her ("[i][color=00a651]But isn't everyone?[/color][/i]") who seemed well groomed. However, the big thing that drew her attention was his nearly neon-green cocktail, the signal for her to follow the man back to hear about the job. As the man walked to the back, Aura deftly got to her feet and, with a spring in her step, began to follow behind after the claiming her rifle from its spot beside her. Slinging it about her shoulder, she began walking after the man with a smile and a skip, resisting the urge to hum as she went. She was told that mad her seem very stereotypical, and Aura didn't care for that. She wanted to always be judged for herself, not the 'type' she seemed to fit. With a carefree glance over her shoulder, she wondered if anyone else was going to follow as well. With a shrug, she turned her head back and continued on her way, thinking with a mental grin "[i][color=00a651]I'll [b]tree[/b] them in a minute, right now I need to go meet up with that man so I can [b]axe[/b] him my questions about the job![/color][/i]"