| [There's a certain blonde walking the halls; apparently relaxed, nonchalant, studying the doors with idle curiosity.]
[That "freebie" would be that, under the circumstances, she's not in any kind of disguise; no, most people here that've ever seen Vermouth, or a version of her, would find that blonde very familiar. She's already getting the feeling from the nameplates that she's earned the special achievement of "Rat at a cat convention", or at least, it would be if any of the assorted detectives and thieves and hangers-on registered as a threat. No, her main concern has more to do with how the Hell and why the Hell she's here, and to that end, she's being very relaxed, and very intentionally ... neutral.] |