Although she'd put her shower-damp hair up into a high bun, there were little curled tendrils of it that had escaped and were now sticking to the nape of her neck.
Having just come straight from a 'job' Hermes had sent her on, she was dressed in a sleek and sexy black dress and feeling the aches brought on by the last couple of hours. She had never met this god before and didn't know his relation to Hermes, but he had been more intense than she'd expected going in. Nothing Luna couldn't handle, and she never felt truly unsafe during, but there were rope burns hidden beneath her clothes and around her wrists, and spots she was sure would turn into bruises tomorrow. Luckily for Luna, tattoos were excellent cover for any sort of marks. (She'd already learned this from Ares bruising her arm at the symposium.)
But what Luna wanted now was a nice relaxing sit down with a drink before she headed back to the apartment. Some of these jobs she did really just needed some decompression time afterwards, and she took her espresso martini and found a quiet table at the back of the room, somewhere she felt she could just take a few deep breaths and get back to herself.