Walking in rather slowly, a man entered. His eyes were sunken, tired, with distinct, dark areas below them. One could tell he had gotten little sleep. He was clad in an Armed Forces uniform, the stripes of a Lieutenant marking it, and what appeared to be metal medical braces curving around it. On his arm, there was a small console, the screen giving off a dull glow.
As he passed the guards at the entrance, he raised his arms, showing his side clip free of both a gun or holster.
Going on his way once more, he started, to look around, a rather strained, odd look on his face.
As his eyes crossed the bar stools, his face seemed to get a bit more at ease. That seemed to be her.
Well, only one way to find out.
He started to make his way towards her, keeping his same, rather slow pace.