[The ice in her glass clinks as she slides onto one of the stools at the bar. Green eyes are alert and watchful as Natasha scans the interior of Good Spirits, taking in the unfamiliar faces as she does so. She hasn't been here in Luceti long, so the fact that most of the faces are still unfamiliar isn't a surprise.
Despite the careful observation she's giving the room, her posture is relaxed and comfortable as she leans back, legs crossed primly in front of her as she takes a sip of her drink. She doesn't try for being invisible - that's not going to accomplish anything, after all - so instead she settles for looking friendly and curious.
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Despite the careful observation she's giving the room, her posture is relaxed and comfortable as she leans back, legs crossed primly in front of her as she takes a sip of her drink. She doesn't try for being invisible - that's not going to accomplish anything, after all - so instead she settles for looking friendly and curious.
She'll wait and see who comes to her, instead.]