Barda needed a bit of time to think. She had been told (by dubious sources in her apartment complex) that these establishments were the places to go to make that happen. There were, of course, places such at this on Apokolipis but it wasn't the same. Nothing was the same except for the fact that it seemed she would always be part of Apokolips. Or it would come find her - as the parademons in the theater had proven. Though she knew better than to think it was about her. She was a puppet. A small cog in the giant wheel. And that had never been in doubt.
It didn't make her position now any less confusing.
A nearly seven foot tall woman stepping into the bar might have been the cause for attention but at least this time she was wearing full clothing and battle gear or armor. She did have to bend her head just slightly to step through the doorway, glancing around at the clientele and the bar itself. It was a quiet place which was perfect for her needs right then, although she was still itching for something to take her mind off the confusion of the last few days.
And she glanced around at the exits before coming towards the bar itself - and towards Zinda - aiming for a drink.