A woman wearing baggy pants, and what seems to be a black sweatshirt approaches the newcomer. Her hair running down almost to her thighs, with a braid running down her right shoulder, her hands in her pockets.
Tilting her head slightly at the newcomer. "Well you sure don't seem to be a standard tourist. Looking for something in particular? Most of the rowdy people are up at the bar yeah, although quite frankly i'm not too sure if that's what you 'want' to be looking for. Then again, the two will sneak up on you anyways, so I guess it doesn't really matter."
Finishing her approach, letting out a quiet yawn. "Sorry for being a little vague, I didn't realize how that sounded." Pulling a hand out of her pocket. "The name is Tara Snow. So what brings you around these parts? Merely staying the night before heading back in space? Or something in particular. They do make good subs I suppose. Dunno how organic it is, but I grab one once per day honestly."