---Soren---
As he approaches the bouncer, she blatantly gives him a once-over glance that isn't unsimilar to the once-over glance a jock would give a cheerleader in a moment of bodily appraisal, before ultimately settling with a dissatisfied smirk as her hand dropped to the revolver at her hip and rested on its hilt.

Soren extends the card to her, and she stiffens and takes it, studying it critically under a hard gaze.

"Lucky, not Rainbow, asshole." She said in a high pitched voice that rather completed her pseudo-adorable ensemble. "...Damn, this is a tight spot. I can't let a hume in, but you're elfkin. This is weird." She glares up at him. "The fuck'd you do to get this? Know what, I don't even want to know. Why you want in anyway?"

It seems she's actually contemplating letting him in, and it's obvious the fact she's doing anything less than aiming a gun at his head is a miracle procured by his possession of this elfkin license.