Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

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Victoria enters the bar a few minutes after the Auxesian woman, seeking yet another conversation with her regarding some of the things they had talked about prior.

She looks around for a moment, still carrying a sense of paranoia within her even though she now has an organisation to protect her. Noting no suspicious behaviour, for a pub such as this at least, she walks past some of the tables in search of a woman she merely calls Yoruha. Upon seeing her sitting inside one of the more secluded booths she walks up to her and gently knocks one of the steel beams that secured the structural integrity of the lounge.

"Knowing that I must have been so close to Technocrats for years already without noticing, that's kind of a weird feeling. May I take a seat, Yoruha?", she asks with a gentle voice, wearing a well used pilot suit and carrying two roughly pistol shaped devices on her side. Her red-ish brown hair reaches down to her shoulders, and if Yoruha was to look closely would probably notice that Victoria hadn't slept for a good amount of time.