She was, perhaps, in transition. Her eyes were wheels of flame, spinning and shifting to fill the entire eye and lick at the edges or narrow to a pupil surrounded by obsidian. To humans and lesser demons, the hellfire that filled her eyes was simply too bright to look directly into, particularly when she was actually using her abilities. What rain touched her skin gave startled hisses and turned to steam, efficiently cloaking the woman in a cloud of thick white vapor. If one were to catch sight of her from a peripheral glance, they'd see the fire that coalesced around her form, taking the shape of wings that spread gargantuan and boiling behind her.
With each step closer to her destination, the fire in her eyes began to settle and become mere irises, the black shrinking in to become a pupil and leaving the remainder of her eyes a human's white. Her hair, which had been mostly flame, cooled into slowly dampening tresses of myriad hues from a dark auburn to a rich sunny gold. Stretching her arms and arching her back, Seraphina gave a rather loud yawn as she settled more fully into her mostly human form. A more contained heat swirled around her, keeping the air around her humid as she slowed her land-devouring stride and observed the lonely little establishment.
Black encased the woman from head to toe in the form of jeans, tank top, jacket, and tall leather boots. The jacket and boots did a decent job of resisting the water, but with her other form contained the rain made quick work of her hair and jeans. Her weaponry, though strapped to her body, remained in a dimension a sliver away: there, but not visible. Deciding there was little information to gain from staring at the entirely too mundane bar, Seraphina released a gusty exhale and closed the remaining distance. As she moved to enter the bar, a light of amusement crept into her eyes and she couldn't resist what she did next: her hand burst into nearly invisible flame as she began to push the door open, leaving the scorched imprint of said hand as the woman moved further inside. Shaking back a wet mane, she offered an ill-practiced smile to those within, briefly exposing teeth a little too sharp for comfort.
"I'm sure," she began in a contralto voice husky from breathing fire and smoke, "they'd be properly intimidated by five." Or more, she supposed with a cursory glance behind her.