Her position changed. Turning around she leaned back against the bar, the long layer of leather parted in the center letting the sleek black latex peek out, almost enough to reveal the handgun on her thigh. That grin of his was going to be a problem.
"I am rather obvious aren't I?" She laughed heartily. "Budapest." The thick snake of hair that hung over her shoulder was in her hand where she played with the curl of hair at the end of the braid. "Where do you hail from, Logan?" It was not intentional but her words were low, soft, sultry. Each one highlighted by an ancient accent. "You can not possibly be from Los Angeles." Even if he had the looks of a movie star. "I think you look suited for the woods." Turning against the bar she faced him and smirked. "Canadian lumberjack?" There was a gleam in her eyes as she asked. Partially she was teasing, though somewhat serious.