Regina had her game face on. She sat at a table near the back of the bar, facing the door so that when the man arrived, he would have to walk a good length to reach her. She could scrutinize him in the seconds that would take, size him up and conjure her angle. Her usually smiling expression gave its best attempt at stoic. Perhaps she was not the best choice for this negotiation, but the captain had chosen her and she was determined to do her best. In the meantime, she cooled her hand on a full beer.
She was wearing a leather jacket with broad shoulders and a scarf that hung on her neck like armor. It was the scarf that would identify her; the message had described it as well as the dark color of her skin and hair. It was the Titania who had proposed the deal, the Sicily who had answered. They had not offered much else in their reply, neither their price nor the appearance of their rep, but they were the ones that had what she needed and so they could share as much or as little as they liked. She was left to wait for him to approach. Or her.
The bar itself was relatively well lit, at least for this part of town. There were perhaps a dozen people around, including the workers. Regina caught herself counting them, identifying which could serve as a witness or an ally if it came to that--but that was a stupid thing to consider. Her imagination was running away with her, filling her boredom with thoughts of valor and action. No, more likely than not this would be an uneventful exchange with a couple of tricky haggles. She couldn’t get ahead of herself.
Until then, her beer had been for show. But as the door opened again to a stranger who might or might not have been hers, she obscured her face with her glass and drank.