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Brushing down her uniform, the German stepped out of her car.

Whilst she was not in her full regalia, there was a distinctively totalitarian element to her dress. The suit she was wearing was imposingly black, her pink hair pulled up into a tight bun. Her eyepatch held the image of an iron cross over it, with a single red bar running down vertically, and the suit itself had a silver trim that gave it an air of military pomp.

"Bier her, Bier her, oder ich fall um, juchhe!

Bier her, Bier her, oder ich fall um!" She hummed the tune gently to herself as she surveyed the place, hands on her hip. A complete dump. Perfect, of course, because it meant that basically nobody would actually think her a real threat. That was the way she liked it, two modern guns tucked away underneath her armpits. Dual wielding wasn't her style, but it was always easier to swap to a new weapon rather than reload in the middle of a firefight.

[color=440e62]"Remind me why you are doing this mortal."[/color] The demon inside of her let out a hissing, scraping ton, but Blitzen ignored him. He knew why they were going there, he was just being facetious. 

Walking inside of the bar, her boots cracked against the floor with each step she took. Walking up to the bar, she promptly hauled herself onto a bar seat, resting a hand on the table as she did so.

"Eine weissbier. If I have to zhow you my ID, I'll make zhure it is permanently bhranded into zhat bhrain of yours." Scowling at the bartender, the man gauged her up and down, before deciding it wasn't worth fighting over. A bottle of the good stuff was placed down in front of her, and she placed a thumb below the bottle cap, popping it off before the bartender could do it himself.

"Vielen Dank." Slapping a note down onto the table, she cracked her knuckles almost idly as she looked around. Potential assassins abounded, along with two professional looking fellows who would no doubt be their agent. Quite what the hold up was, she wasn't entirely sure of.