While Sequoia found Junkers more or less a pleasant group of people doing what the others should do when it usually came to cleaning those scrap fields around Bretonia, she never talked to Junker in person and those rare guys she met never represented a respectable self-sufficent kind of them. That's why she was quite confused while approaching Invergordon and then even more confused when it appeared to be a nice place in general.
With a curious look, staring at the people and the interiors around she entered The Drunken Junker Pub she was reffered to by some tipsy, but adorable lady she met while getting lost. With hands in the pockets of her skirt she waltzed through the place, took a seat at the bar and busied hersef with exploring the menu.