Homura arrived shortly after the Shokuden had officially opened.  It's not easy living a double life of going to school during the day and then staying up at night training or hunting monsters, but at least it's interesting.  "Evening," she greets Gotou and Sakura informally as she walks in.  

I was warm enough out that one could manage without the heavier winter outfits, something Homura was all too happy about.  She's not really the trendy sort, sacrificing all sense of fashion for warmth in the winter, but it was still nice.  Spring was time for new beginnings, and skirts.  At least she wasn't wearing her school uniform while hanging out at what was ostensibly a bar.  

She hopped up on one of the unoccupied bar stools and slung the cloth case carrying her sword off her shoulder and leaned it against the bar next to her.  "Hey!"  A voice rang out from the sword.  "How many times do I have to tell you, don't treat me like an umbrella or something."  

"Quiet," Homura shot back, while eyeing the bin by the door for actual umbrellas.  It could be worse.  She looked over to whoever was tending the bar behind the counter.  "I'm probably not a regular yet, so I can't just ask for the usual.  What's good without alcohol tonight?"  She paused for a bit to think.  "What's on the menu for missions, for that matter?  Anything interesting I might be able to help with?"  

Hopefully there were some interesting missions tonight.  Homura always enjoyed a good sparring match or hanging out with some of the Specialist crowd, but she was in the mood for some proper action.