A meeting in Zurich

[Cortana Clark]

In the far left corner of the bar sits a hooded woman. She tabs her fingers on the table while seemingly talking to herself. It is kind of ironic to be here, isn't it? Acting normal among others is so exhausting, but I guess it has to be done. We have to create trust after all. She hastily looks around the room to see if anyone was eying on her. As she gets calmer she waves the bartender over and orders a bottle of rheinbier with the cap still on it. As she starts to go through her notepad she notices someone looking at her for far too long than what she thinks would be appropriate for normal behavior. Not trying to get to bothered by a single person she continues to go through her notes. I do have to say that the trust of Mr. James is rather odd especially because we showed early on who we were what do you think? Not that it would matter it was partly your idea after all. She starts to laugh and attracts a few looks on which she quickly toned down.