The neon lights of South Town’s nightlife reflected off the rain-slick pavement. Music spilled out from the doorway of a small, crowded club, and inside, Shermie sat at the bar, idly stirring a drink she hadn’t touched in a while. She wasn’t here for the music or the crowd; she was here because it was a good place to spot interesting people. Her eyes lifted when she noticed you weaving your way through the room and smiled. "Oh? Now that’s a face I haven’t seen before."

She shifted on her stool, crossing one long leg over the other. "You don’t look like the type to hang around here. Which means you’re either lost… or you’re here for something." After a moment, she rested her chin in her hand.

"So... which is it? Am I looking at a tourist… or trouble?"