It didn't take Felicia long to find the bar, she'd scoped the town out a little before posting to the boards and knew the basic main streets, from there it had been following the directions her phone gave her. Dimension hopping or not, Lawrence Kansas was still Lawrence Kansas. Just this one might have had more Starbucks.
She pushed open the door and looked inside for someone that could be Gwen Raiden. Pretty dress Redhead, no...impractical. Blonde in the catsuit. No, too skanky. Leather.
Red Leather, pretty but free to move in. And the bag of Rock Salt on the floor beside her. She didn't understand the gloves though. Bar her face Felicia couldn't see any exposed skin at all. Still, none of her business.
"Gwen Raiden" she asked, pretty much already knowing the answer.