It had been some time since Motoko had last seen real trees, that she could touch and even smell, and as she walked into the 'bar' she continued constantly looking around. This place was a wonder of human ingenuity, of that, she was convinced.
With a soft sigh, the light skinned woman sat down in an empty booth, tugging and smoothing the black fabric of her kimono blouse before reaching behind her back and producing a small ornate blade which she placed on the table, sheathe and all, allowing her to lean comfortably against the wall.
After a few moments she glanced around the area again, as if she were looking for somebody, shrugging when she didn't see whoever it was she was waiting on, she reached down and began to boredly re-lace her military style boots.
"Hmp...where are you, Ryuu? Late again...tsk" She whispered to herself and shook her head, a mildly irate look crossing her face.