Marina had been with Sparrow long enough to know a trail when she saw one. Follow the yellow brick road except instead of yellow bricks it was bird skulls and they were so pretty. She picked them up along the way, carefully storing them in her pack, knowing Sparrow would want them back.
She finally made it to her final destination, her fingers tracing over the smooth edges of the final tiny bird skull as she entered the half burned down bar. How charming. Even better, though, was the man already inside the building. He was the one she was here to see, after all.
Craning her head around for show and narrowing her eyes in faux confusion, she let her eyes land back on Sparrow. "Oh, did Al beat me here? Should've known he would, what with his piroca and all," she rolled her eyes, though continued to step further into the room until she was across from him on the other side of the bar. "This is a good kind of welcome. I'll take vodka."