For too long she had ben estranged to the world long lost in plains far forgotten, but now a familiar scent hung in the air. She moved, slowly but surely, towards the entry door of one of the few places she knew she might find rest and peace. Laying a shaking hand upon it's handle, she pushed the door open and gradually staggered in. The girl held one arm around her ribs, which heaved with every breath she painful forced into her lungs and out again. Her almost trade mark perfect hair was out of its usual braid and hung loose, tangled and a mess. Black was all she wore, from her thick button down coat to her tamely flared skirt and even her somehow matching hulking boots. Her sky blue eyes were darker then usual, and filled with pain and weariness and hung almost blindly still as she moved across the room at to the bar counter. Sitting carefully, she spoke, not completely sure if there were any to hear her.
"I need...a drink....a strong one" she lay her head on the counter along her msot of her chest, and heaved a heavy sigh of relief and exhaustion.