A young woman walked down the stairs, hands in the pockets of a pair of jeans, hair kept back from her face with a head band to let the long curly hair hang down past her shoulders. She was wearing a black turtle neck top, a silver necklace of some form easily visible. Yet, whoever she seemed to be talking to, wasn't. She shook her head as she entered the cafe proper. "No."
Um, right. Ignore the seeming crazy lady as she continued to walk all the way into the cafe, past the bar, into the kitchen -- ignoring some shouts which she returned with 'GET A ROOM!' -- and back out with some drink in hand before rolling her eyes and giving a final determined, "No!"
Only then did she look around, and grin as she noticed Deina. "Well, well, look what the tiger dragged in," she greeted as she approached.