The comforting scent of beer on tap and the cheerful bartender lifted her mood instantly. To be honest as much as she wanted a change of scenery it rather nice to be in an establishment with such a homely feel. Atlas sat her envelope and key on the bar before her and dropped her duffle bag on the ground, she took a seat on an empty stool at the nicely crafted timber bar. Atlas removed her cap and loosening her gingerbread coloured curls before retying back into a ponytail and smiling back at the sharp-dressed gentleman who welcomed her. She considered his offer for a rum laden cocktail, rum certainly was her preferred taste but it was never pretty and it usually ended with her doing the walk-of-shame with a wicked hangover the next morning. That will not happen tonight.

"No thanks" she shook her head "Pint of pale ale if you have it though?" Atlas swivelled around casually to take in the vibe... And suss out her fellow patrons.