The Palm Plaza Bar

[Spectre]

Upon approach to the bar, Shaw, now off duty and dressed in far more casual wear, entered, looking around for the individual who called her. Even with her years in the force, not one individual had ever personally called her out. Thus was the life of the regular good cop, ironic as countless felons would've seen personally to numerous bad moments in her life if they'd had their way.
But they didn't, and the fact still remained.

After a few moments scanning the building's interior, she'd eventually make way towards someone who'd look, at least to her, similar to the woman in the communication she'd gotten.
"You Horizon?" she asked, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, a genuinely curious look to her face.