A rather short woman enters the bar, ejecting the power cell of her sidearm, before depositing both gun and magazine with security as she arrives. Odds are her clothing is marked as foreign by anyone who notices her, an unassuming Lane Hacker flight suit with a yellow flower emblazoned on its shoulder, set under a basic laser resistant vest.
She steps up to the bar, tapping a finger on the table to get the keep's attention before ordering a simple rum and cola, dropping into the nearest stool to sip at it. The woman swivels on her chair, about-facing to relax backwards on the bar, and look for the other occupants. A simple black WINTERS is now visible, velcrod onto her flight suit above her left breast.