A woman with tied-back dark brown hair enters the pub, proudly wearing an engineer's uniform with the name Clemens laid neatly above an image of a Spyglass Array. She checks her handgun at the door, adjusts her square-framed glasses, and wanders in. She sits down at the bar next to al-Nizari and orders a drink.
"Chocolate stout, please."
She looks to her left at the Raider.
"You look incredibly bored. Or frightened. Or both."
