Following the invitation extended by Jimmy at the completion of their cooperation on a rather seedy contract, Maren would find herself on the Temna Roza soon enough. There was something about such vessels that didn't sit right with her, putting her ill at ease, though she herself couldn't rightly place why that was. Someone with more introspection would've quickly deduced that this feeling stemmed from the fact that she made such luxurious places responsible for the rather mundane urges her fiance possessed, but such ability seemed to be elusive to her, either by choice, which would be denial, or by ignorance remained to be seen.
Giving the bouncer a nervous glance, he appraised her silently. She hadn't really known what to wear, and thus decided for a rather formal dress and her trusty handbag, hoping that it would be the way to go. In this moment, she would've given much to figure out what exactly was going on in the head of that guy as he signalled her with a motion to enter. Probably just that she'd be too much of a pansy to start trouble anyways, given her rather demure appearance. Another man would lead her through the Kvartet, and she really hoped that he'd bring her to Jimmy. She felt so deplaced here. Being brought to a man sitting in an alcove to the side, she gave an inward sigh of relief at seeing a familiar face. "Hey Jimmy," she began, lowering herself to a place close but not too close to him and crossed her legs. "Do excuse me, but I wouldn't call myself a person who frequents such places very often. Or at all for that matter." The pungent smell of tobacco was really irriating but at least the music wasn't obnoxious. "I hope you are well, and that these menial hauling-tasks haven't been too dull for you. Was the payment even adequate? I wouldn't really know, since I'm not too much into these sorts of things."