Slowly and steadily, Ivy made her way to the club. She was wearing a black hood, her hand in her pockets, her blue hair still slightly hanging out of it. She kept her head down, even if it was lively there she was always a bit shy when it come to contacting people in person like this. Siting down in a far corner, she put her hands onto the counter and pulled down one of her sleeves. On her arm was some sort of an interface, a screen projecting a human like figure. To a few people that would take a glance it seemed as if she was talking to it or something. Every once in a while she took a slight look around, but overall didnt pay much attention to others.