Djinn slipped quietly through the entrance, gazing around the open room before slinking toward the bar. She perched herself up on a stool and looked sternly at the bartender.
"Gimme something -- anything, to calm the nerves, I was just chased around by a swarm of Navy brats, including a Cruiser...tis also why I'm here..."
The bartender looked as though he would have normally laughed at that remark, but when he saw the emblem of the Phantom Empire on the shoulder of Djinn's flight-suit he just nodded to her and began to pour some sort of clear alcoholic drink into a tall glass, Djinn sat there, smiling in anticipation of the drink.