Kirche looked down at her letter, and then back up at the tavern. She supposed it was natural to meet in a junk heap that no one in their right mind would go near. She doubted anyone but those in receipt of that strange letter would want anything to do with this place. In fact, Kirche [i]herself[/i] almost didn't want to go in. It reminded her too much of the seedy shitholes that populated Meteor City. She wasn't exactly expecting a fancy hotel bar, but...

She shook her head. She wasn't there to judge. She was there, ostensibly, to hear a White Tiger out about a vague proposition. Preferably something that would cure her affliction. Something to assuage her boredom and, perhaps, something that was capable of forcing her to become the sort of person that Old Man Yorki and the others thought she could be. She sighed, removed a small handkerchief from inside her apron, and used the fabric to turn the knob without getting the filth all over her fingers.

She entered the bar with something of an irritating, dainty air, closing the door gently and tucking the handkerchief back into her apron. It would be an understatement to say that she stuck out like a sore thumb. The maid outfit was almost certainly overkill, but she personally enjoyed it. In Yorknew city where she spent most of her time, a woman in such an outfit bled into the crowd so much as to be unnoticeable. It was nice. Here, though, she assumed not so much.

Kirche scanned the room quickly, and was somewhat surprised at how many people were actually there. Then, raising her eyebrow, she scanned the room again. Weren't there a surprising number of relatively young men? They seemed an odd fit for a bar. She stared at Provoke especially, noting that the lad couldn't possibly be more than sixteen. Hunters, perhaps. Hunters were called here, after all, and possessing a license could let you ignore certain age restrictions...

Kirche kind of wanted a drink, but she wasn't willing to pay money for potentially poisoned swill. She'd find a nice bottle of something later if everything went well. Maybe a good chardonnay.