Kirche was, rather immediately, introduced to what was most likely a nen ability that seemed to dump a person (almost two) beneath the floorboards upon entering the establishment. That was certainly a way to introduce yourself to potential hires. Normally she would suppose it was an ambush, but the fact that such an ability was revealed so early and in her presence made her think that they weren't serious about hurting her. An assassin doesn't show their hand until the deed is nearly complete, and never to strangers.

Looking around the bar, most of the patrons didn't seem particularly phased by the action earlier. Whether or not they were plants to make the setting seem more natural was up in the air, but one thing was for certain: the preceding events were [i]not[/i] natural. There was no doubt in her mind that the patrons, then, must be Hunters.

Yes... they were [i]all[/i] Hunters. The barkeep was saying something about identification before, wasn't he? Combined with the unassuming, clandestine location and the closed sign out front... that meant that this was possibly...

"A Hunter's Bar, correct?" Kirche asked politely, brandishing her Hunter License at the bartender. She gave a short curtsey and nodded at the fellow patrons, nearly allowing herself to chuckle at Lyle's sputtering and shouting. She seemed to find some degree of enjoyment in his misfortune, which she quickly redirected into what seemed to be kind concern for the young woman who had just burst in.

"No, no, you haven't missed any action at all, I don't think," she told Shei gently, "in fact, I'm fairly certain that was just the prelude. Did you, perhaps, get a letter also?"