The bartender comes around, asks what the pretty lady wants. Her expression flattens at that, a slight irritation etched in her dark brown eyes; they almost look like charcoal now. "I'm good for now," Raven murmurs.

After the bartender makes a swift retreat to the other side of the bar —

"And what if I'm the rescue mission?" There was no telling if anyone else was going to arrive. How they even arrived here in the first place is still a mystery to her.