Raven sat quietly on one end of the bar. She was sipping on her drink in solitude, drowning the voices surrounding her to the best of her abilities. They weren't terribly bad per se, but they were distracting her from her own thoughts, and that was something that always bothered her. But nonetheless, she was in a public place, and she couldn't do anything to change the situation.
"Barkeep," she waved at him with a coin in hand before placing it down next to her empty cup. In response, he simply nodded, acknowledging the fact that she was leaving her payment for the drink. As soon as Raven stood up, she felt just a tinge of lightheadedness. The strong drink and the lack of food in her stomach had both worked against her, but she wasn't necessarily craving anything solid at the moment, and she wasn't about to force herself to eat some food. Everybody knew over indulging in food was a gluttonous mistake--for some it was even considered a sin--and Raven was not one who bonded well with the religious and/or spiritual type, especially when they chased after her for her "devious ways".
Once she reached the doorway, Raven stood just outside of the bar. She was watching the others conversing and planning what they would do on this mission. She too had her plan, however, she didn't find the need to share it with anyone else. Being in a team, regardless of the size, came with both it advantages and setbacks. In this particular case, however, the costs outweigh the benefits. She did not know a single soul there, and if working with strangers ever taught her anything, it's that they cannot be easily trusted.