Meeting Silva

The women at the bar had been sipping on her irish whiskey with a single rock in the glass, for some time. Adorned in raven jeans that were similar to the paramedic crew, along with a grey stained muscle shirt. Combat boots she found in her travels, that were made for the military even though she never had the guts to join. She was already too mentally unstable, it was in her best interest not to add more. The glass was being held by both her pale hands tightly. It was the one thing that calmed her mind. Though shortly after she heard a whisper which caused her to flinch out of her thoughts. Looking around frantically, peach stained lips parted a little. Ice optics brightly shining underneath the light of the bar. Strands laying against her shoulders towards her breasts partly while the other was down against her spine. Once she shook her head thinking she was just hearing things, she went back to savoring her drink. "Maybe I'm just hearing stuff." Sofya mumbled to herself. Though after some time she decided to rise from her seat, after paying for her drink to go into town. It seemed at least like a nice little town. From what she saw of it. Being a human in a not so human place, it seemed a tad dangerous for her. Always to be safe then sorry. Having a bag on her hip that hung off her shoulder, the female took a few steady breaths in the cold air. Forgetting to grab a jacket but only having enough money for maybe a drink along with a bus ride where ever she needed/wanted to. She'd walk around with no real direction and kept silent trying not to draw attention to herself.