The hooded figure that had remained largely unnoticed since she entered looked at the new arrivals in the bar. Tilting her head, she looked at the Kusarian, the rheinlander, they seemed somewhat familiar...before looking at their captain.
She quickly tilted her head back, letting the hood cover it fully once more. She smiled, and waited, wondering how long it would take for one of them to notice her quite out-of-place attire, as hot and polluted as leeds was.
As she sipped the last of her coffee, she tilted her head back, and the hood fell down around her neck, revealing her pink-furred and catlike self. She gasped, pulling it back over to hide her appearance, and sat, tense, wondering if anyone had noticed.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
