Claire eased into the chair, accommodating for the sword hidden under her clothing with relative ease. That ease, of course, was not written on her face. She watched 'Isabel' leave again, then ticked her eyes back to...
Jesus, this was really fucking real, wasn't it.
"You never told me your name," she said, sliding the menu to the side. A cup of coffee and whatever baked good last came out of the oven- that was her usual. She wasn't picky when it came to food.