Slowly Tara entered the room, walking slowly at the group fanned out. A few seemed to have gathered around a map of some sort. Figuring that was as good of a place to start as any, she heads towards them as a man breaks off, wrinkling her nose slightly at the disgusting smell of alcohol. She supposed she'd just have to get over that though... it seemed the hideout itself was a bar. Switching trajectories, the woman moves to Jacquelyn and Stiles, a small smile evident under her half mask.