Selene turned her eyes from the mirror to meet the gaze of the new woman directly. Returning the nod, her eyes flicked to the empty seat next to her while she made a quick hand signal to the bartender to let him know to put the woman's drinks on her own tab. It was part police work, getting to know the locals, and part idle curiosity about what might have brought the woman to Preya. Something about her walk said ex-military, but probably not one of the spit-and-polish headquarters units. not the hair-triggered stance of special forces - Selene knew she had that herself - more like that casual stance of a tanker or pilot.
Worth getting to know better. Selene was always looking for new recruits for the night shift.