Who: Lisbeth and Open What: First time in the States, due to wanderlust. When: Late Afternoon Where: New York Rating: PG-13 maybe? No idea ,my cut has a word in it.lol Depends on what happens, Lisbeth is a potty mouth. Status: Incomplete
Salander was still trying to figure out why she was here. Her mind had told her this was were everything was going down, and yet she still came. Sweden had been relatively untouched except for a couple of vampire attacks (she'd had one after her and bashed his brains in with the hammer she carried in her purse), she had left Blomkvist a message on his computer, this being her only action in letting someone know she had left, he'd responded on the plane telling her to be careful and not get herself killed, or turned. One good thing was, her mace wasn't illegal, as far as she knew, nore her tazer, the security hadn't questioned her illicit "weapons" and let her through, taking the 4'10" girl as someone who needed them for protection, never mind that she had been convicted of assault.
She exited the cab, looking up at the tall buildings, her hands shoved in her leather coat pockets, it was a bit warmer than Sweden, but she wasn't about to remove anything from her person, she looked around expecting wide spread panic, but all she saw of evidence were a few blown out buildings and a few more homeless people then there should. She looked around spotting a coffee shop across the road, an open sign glowling bright neon orange. She crossed, dodging cars who honked and yelled at her, she stared at the ground not acknowledging them. The bell tingled as Lisbeth entered the cafe, the man looked up, "Cafe au Latte." she said, setting her computer bag and duffle down on one of the tables. She paid him with the money she had had turned from the swedish kronor and accepted the steaming hot cup, the airplane coffee had tasted like shit. She kept alert as she powered up her laptop, watching everey movement outside the cafe.