Jaime, Crowe, 9 PM
She nodded at his statement. "Social's overrated," she declared with a roll of her shoulders. Well, it was and it wasn't. She was mostly social when she was inclined to find someone to bring home for the evening; most of the time she was content with her Kindle or Netflix or something.
But nights like this ... she'd come out just to see who made appearance, who was watching who, to catch up on gossip ... things like that.
"Are one or that's your name?" She asked curiously. She'd never met a crow shifter, if that was the case, though she guessed it'd be weird to start an introduction that way. So probably a name. Yeah, still weird. "Jaime," she said. "I work at the spa," she added, even though he didn't look like the type who'd frequent one. But hey, clients were clients and she wasn't above shopping for more - she did offer after-hours things, after all. "Massage therapist. I also work from home," she added, again trying not to look too amused at the prospect.