His stance was offputting, actually, she realized. It would be easy to underestimate him based on the fact that he didn't appear to be ready to fight at any given time. He didn't look like a warrior. Good thing she could see past appearances.
"Nah, there's no money here, and if you have any on you, it's not worth anything. Right, then, here we are!"
The pink-haired witch pushed open the door do the bar, a place she'd actually never stopped it, but had walked by several times. It was a little early to be drinking yet, but this was a sort of special occasion. Anyways, she was happy. Despite the fact he'd scared her sometimes, she'd found someone else that wanted to leave just as badly as she and Marcus did.