[@AngelofOctober]
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Several minutes had passed. A newcomer had set herself, or at least the figure looked to be a her, nearby at the bar.

Allison payed them no mind.

Then came another. We're these regulars, drinkers, or more contacts brought in? Had she been set up?

Her suspicions mounted when the man asked about her drink, approaching her. 

Behind her mask her eyebrows lifted slightly. She had clear sight of the door, at least. A quick Blink and she could escape if things got hairy.

She could play along, for now. Gain information.

[Color=00aeef]"Scotch, dry,"[/color] she replied, taping the counter again. A second drink appeared, and she did the same with it as she had the first. [Color=00aeef]"What do you want?"[/color] she asked bluntly. Best to get to the point. Running around bushes was... So tiring. So annoying.

So human.

Was she even human anymore, she wondered idly.