After making some rounds and completing some reports, the pretty red head entered the Cantina to the magical sounds of the baby grand. She could only smile as she accepted a glass of Gallic White wine from the bartender. He knew what she wanted as she walked in and always had it ready. She stood next to Fynn as she smiled and said loud enough for him to hear, "John Holliday. It was only a matter of time."
Pulling the glass down, she leaned to him a bit, "he can sing too when he's in the mood."
For now, she just took a seat at a table and listened, enjoying the sounds provided by her mentor.