Lingering near the door, Tara jumps slightly at the sudden voice over the speaker. … Right, that shouldn't have been surprising. She glares up at the speakers, searching for whatever had detected her. Sighing, she double-checks her mask and wig before silently cracking the door open. She had come all the way here. She had been seen. She may as well go inside. Stepping over the threshold the young woman sneaks in to see the large room and bar where a group had gathered. They seemed to be discussing some plan that she had missed the beginning of. For now, she stands quietly, watching and listening.